Last night, Mags came home from work with a variety of ice cream called Orange Scream. When dessert-time came around, I ate one scoop -- and then quit. If its all the same to you, I said, I think Ill just have me a nice, high-fiber oatmeal-raisin cookie. The wife looked a bit concerned, and asked if I disliked it. God, no! I said. The problem is that I could eat the whole carton at one sitting. And it was true. I dont know how many of yall are old enough to have had a neighborhood ice cream man, who made the rounds every night from May until September, but I *am* old enough, and its one of my fondest memories. The sound of that bell wedded Circe to Pavlov -- it was enough to turn us sunburned lil ruffians into salivating dogs. This Orange Scream stuff is identical to the old-fashioned Creamsicle: a mix of orange sherbet and vanilla ice cream. The only difference is that it comes in a carton rather than on a stick. And it still tastes every bit as good. Not the kind of thing a forty-something who lifts weights three times a week in an effort to keep the Domino Theory from applying to his waistline needs to be eating. :-) I had almost forgotten how much I loved Creamsicles, though. Damn if they werent addictive! ~D
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 14:11:52 +0000
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