Call it Marshmallow Mountain, or Rocky Road, but the thick chocolate, chewy ice cream was all William ate growing up. He begged his mother for trips to the ice cream shop, later sneaking pints of the frozen ambrosia into his room. When he learned about climate change, he cried. Mountains with workers chipping away at chocolate chunks of boulders were in peril—about to be lost to landslides of muddy mocha. Years later, he shoved creamy spoonfuls of Rocky Road into his mouth while watching videos of starving Polar Bears, counting the weeks and months before the next permafrost thawed.
By Charles Lee