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I like it the way I like it

apple pie ice cream on the sideBut I’d like the pie heated and I don’t want the ice cream on top, I want it on the side, and I’d like strawberry instead of vanilla if you have it, if not then no ice cream just whipped cream but only if it’s real; if it’s out of the can then nothing.

– Sally, When Harry Met Sally

 

Happy National Ice Cream Day!

 

 

There’s a cold front a’comin’

What’s up with Dairy Queen?

They seem as fascinated with natural disasters as Quentin Tarentino is with blood and gore.

mudslideI’ve never really thought about it until today, when a friend posted a picture of a DQ Mudslide (left) on Facebook.

Looks tasty.

But then I realized DQ has Mudslides.  And Blizzards.  And Earthquakes.

And it makes you wonder what naming guru at DQ — or their agency of record — associates really bad weather with ice cream treats?

You gotta admit, it’s weird.

And probably weirder still that we don’t spare the names a second thought as we cram all that gooey chocolate sauce into our pie holes.

Dish it out

I just read something that doesn’t stack up.

ice cream coneBreyers ice cream isn’t anymore.

Ice cream, that is.

In 2006, Breyers moved their facilities from Green Bay, Wisconsin to New Jersey. Then they stopped using all-natural ingredients, instead opting for food additives like Tara gum, maltodextrin and propylene glycol. As a result, their products don’t have enough milk and cream anymore to actually be considered ice cream.

And how did Breyers tell consumers about this turn of events?  Well, they changed the label to ‘frozen dairy dessert.’  And they explain the difference on their website as “a whole new way to create a smoother texture.”

Wow.  That’s some smooth bullsh*t there.

Thrills chills

Hot weather got you down?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Freddy would be thrilled to chill you.

Chucky, too. And rumor has it Jason’s mask has been seen lurking in the deep freeze.

In the way back.

These “Ice Scream” pops are the brain freeze child of Sergei Starostin and Victoria Mamikonova, founders of Stoyn, an advertising firm based in Lobnya near Moscow, Russia.

You can submit orders and ideas to stoynicecream@gmail.com.

They don’t appear to have an ice cream truck of their own, but you have to wonder what kind of music it would play as it meandered down the street.

The theme from Psycho, maybe?

And would you have to worry that their ice cream man would follow you back inside the house and treat you to some gruesome, horror-movie death?

Cool.

Anti-pasta

We’re celebrating a good friend’s birthday tonight.  At an Italian restaurant.  In Boston’s North End.

Again.

I don’t want to say that this particular friend is in a rut, but…

Lei è in una carreggiata!

This would probably bother me a lot less if I enjoyed Italian food a little more.  I’m one of those rare individuals who’s just not into pasta.

It’s just so filling to me; I can only handle a couple of fork fulls, and I’m done.  That’s why I only eat it a few times a year…and I can always count on her birthday being one of ‘em.

Don’t get me wrong — I think it’s great that she knows what she likes.  But can’t she shake it up a little — just once — on her big day?  Celebrate the passing years by trying something new…or just something different?

Luckily tonight, there is a unique distraction.  As I eat Italian food yet again, I will be able to turn my attention away from the dread pasta and toward dessert, ’cause it just so happens to be… National Spumoni Day!!

I can easily get behind ice cream….especially spumoni, with its multiple colors, fruit and candy.  Nary a noodle in sight!  (We should always get together for her birthday a few days early.)

But my friend doesn’t need to know.

It is her big day, after all.

Life’s a picnic

When your hometown is called “Fancy Farm,” people tend to remember the name.

Admittedly, it’s unusual….although it does sound a bit like a now defunct amusement park near Middletown, Ohio called “Fantasy Farm.”  (When I attended the University of Kentucky, I got that joke a lot.)

But on the first Saturday in August, there’s no confusing Fancy Farm, Kentucky.   Ask any local, state or national media outlet, and if they aren’t already there, they can certainly direct you.

The annual Fancy Farm Picnic is big news, and has been for 130 years.  Politics, pork barbecue and great people, all gathered at the party of the year.  Heck, it even made the Guinness Book of Records in 1978 as the Largest One-Day Barbecue in the World.

I was there.

Of course, I’ve been to a lot of picnics since I was five years old.   Playing games and eating barbecue when I was little.  Working in the ice cream booth that was my family’s responsibility.  We’ve had class reunions around picnic time, and lots of family from out-of-town — the ‘city folk’ — coming to Fancy Farm in August for this one-of-a-kind experience.

It’s small town America at its best.  Neighbors coming together, all as volunteers, working to raise money for the community church, proud of the tradition that generations of families have built.

And for the barbecue.  And the politics.

That’s the heart of it all.

Sweet vs salty

By mid-morning, Facebook was filled with status updates about ice cream.

Heck — it’s summer.  It’s hot.  Ice cream always sounds good. And since today is National Ice Cream Day, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that everyone is focused on this cold, creamy delight.

But did you know that today is also National Caviar Day?

Yep.  That salty, fishy, icky treat of the upper class has its national holiday on the same day.  But so far, I haven’t seen any Facebook status updates celebrating caviar.

Fishy.

I certainly think my friends are upper class.  But perhaps, like me, the thought of eating fish eggs on a cracker doesn’t have the same appeal…especially when the really good stuff — Beluga caviar — cost $150 an ounce.

I can buy an awful lot of ice cream for that amount of money. And a hot dog…and a hamburger…and a movie ticket…and a cab ride home.

I think we have a winner.

Happy National Ice Cream Day!