Every alphabet book I saw as a child had "I is for Ice Cream" so, big kid that I am, I'm sticking with that.
I'm a child of the fifties and ice creams were a special treat. There was a local ice cream company called Sargents and they sold totally delicious vanilla ice cream cornets and nothing else. They sold only from vans and the driver would announce his presence by ringing a big, noisy bell.
When I visited the Humber Bridge and went to Far Ings Nature Reserve I sat in the viewing room for quite a while. There wasn't a cafe but there was an ice cream cabinet. And I succumbed to one of these.
To be honest it was OK but not as good as I remembered. Maybe abstaining from UPFs has changed me.
But then Bonnie came for lunch and I made some mango ice cream. Sorry I didn't take a photo but I was enjoying it too much to take time out to do that. That was ice cream to savour!
So "I" can still be for "Ice Cream" in this OAP's book!
I can remember Dad driving us on Sunday evenings to get ice cream cones when we were going up. My one brother did not like ice cream so he always got a package of gum which he really enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
I remember eating ice cream with my grandparents on the sea front on Sunday evenings. Ah, the rituals of childhood!
DeleteI had an ice cream while in The Netherlands and decided I liked our New Zealand ice cream better. But I rarely eat it at home. Margaret
ReplyDeleteHome made is glorious, but you really need an ice cream maker.
DeleteWe loved the ice-cream man! He lived in the next road to us and drove his pink and white van around in the Summer. I can still sing the melody of his van. When we had a paper round, my sister and I always wanted to be the one who posted his paper through his door!
ReplyDeleteMine used to park outside our house and wait for me to come out. I was the last call on his round and he would tell anyone who got there before me that he had sold out!
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