I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!
Twice a day, every day, the ice cream truck slowly makes its way down our street. We can hear the distinctive sound of summer—ice cream truck music—approaching from the distance.
The first run of the day—usually around noon—is accompanied by Pop Goes the Weasel. Through the open window we can hear children plead with their parents, “Paleeze!”
The second run—conveniently after dinner, about 6:30pm—is accompanied by Do Yours Ears Hang Low? and the whining harmony of siblings, “…but we finished all of our dinner!”
Regardless of the time of day, most of us still freeze in our tracks and smile as the familiar melodies kick our salivary glands into action and trigger visions of summers long past.
The best investigative reporting is done by journalists who are willing to jump in the trenches and do some taste testing. Somebody had to do it, and I’ve got melted ice cream on my shorts and shirt to prove it.
So what’ll it be—a Creamsicle, Choco Taco, Haagen-Dazs Bar, Starbucks Coffee Ice Cream, Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia bar, Bubble Gum Swirl Bar, Giant Neapolitan Sandwich, Itti Bitz, Oreo Cyclone, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup Bar, Snow Cone, Popsicle Intense Fruit Shot, or a Blue Bunny Double Lemon Chill?
What’s your favorite way to cool off in the summertime?
“Whatever you are not changing, you are choosing.”
— Laurie Buchanan
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