I love sorbets - fruity, light, bright, like summer itself. I especially like raspberry or mango.
When I have time, I make them myself at home. Without excess sugar, without additives - just berries, a little honey and love.
It's almost like a ritual: I mix, cool, taste... and I remember my childhood.
We ran around the yard with packs of ice cream in our hands, and everything was sticky - our hands, cheeks, happiness.
Mom shouted from the window: "Don't eat so fast - you'll catch a cold!"
And I knew that summer is incomplete without ice cream.
Now, when I work a lot, sometimes I get tired - I just open the freezer.
And there, like in childhood, a ball of my happiness is waiting.
It works flawlessly.