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The time for #ICECREAM-eating is approaching.
Personally I prefer icecream in Winter. It is too rich for Summer. It is an anomally
that I even consume it given that I cannot stand milk - it all smells 'off' to me. Cream
in any food must not be more than a hint lest I turn a shade green. I like to eat #icecream
very cold, hard, to bite through it.
My Dad taught me many things & how to consume an icecream cone was one. We
liked the ones from 'The Doll's House', a drive-in restaurant. The cone was not the
superior sugar cone but the icecream was a textured scoop of firm heaven. Dad
showed me how to finish it before melted over my fingers & made a mess & got 'milky'.
One nibbled the top of the icecream scoop & then around the rim of the cone. Then
one tongued the ball of icecream down. So it went as the whole thing got smaller +
smaller until one was left with a miniature crunchy cone + icecream to the very end!
When a famous brand of 'icecream' - named for part of a building structure - put in
an appearance, Dad declared it was made of soap. He was not far off the mark as
it was, like soap, full of palm oil. It was slick & softish & very sweet.
At that time the Icecream Van started to show up - it played a bing-bong tune. From
a bus-like window a man (White) dispensed a foam-like substance (white) into a cone.
It was soft + fluffy + not too cold . As far as we were concerned this was not icecream
at all.....................................
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