Let’s talk about ice cream.
Specifically, about my love affair with it. I just adore ice cream – or, I should say, I adore what I consider to be really
good ice cream. The most memorable ice
cream from my childhood was a Rabbit Ears cone from Mr. Softee – that was the name
of our neighborhood ice cream truck and, by default, the man who
drove it. Regular cones cost a dime
(yes, I know, I’m dating myself) and they were yummy. But a Rabbit Ears cone cost a quarter and,
boy oh boy, was that a special treat!
Soft chocolate ice cream filled up the wafer cone, and that was topped
with a soft vanilla ice cream head and two squiggly rabbit ears. A quick dip of chocolate sprinkles (or
jimmies, as they’re known elsewhere) on the ears and the addition of a
maraschino cherry nose were the finishing touches to this delightful
treat. Happily, Mr. Softee’s tasty
treats were not my only ice cream adventures when I was young.
