The Ciro

We used to laugh at him.

"Oh that silly Mexican. He's not using a utensil again".

And now I have to admit, he was on to something...



One night after a quick run to my favorite yogurt shop, I started driving home and realized that my craving was stronger than I thought. I just had to get in to that froyo pronto. What was a girl to do without two free hands and a spoon? The Ciro, that's what. So I brought the cup up to my lips and began to lick away. Amazing! It brought a whole new experience to froyo consuming. A nostalgic experience reminiscent of ice cream cones from childhood summers. Even a more intimate experience of straight froyo to tongue action. So now I bow down to Ciro and apologize for the past teasing. You were right. Sometimes you just need to ditch the middleman.