There has been significant progress (although, sadly, no pictures) in the summer trips to our local ice cream store. Ice cream I used to like until one little tiny taste of ice cream from the Bi-Rite Creamery in San Francisco passed through my lips. Now all other ice cream is like bland, cold, high calorie cream to me, while the memory of orange (of all ridiculous flavors) lingers on with a surprising intensity. Something a friend once called, euphoric memories. Yes, indeed.
That being said, our local ice cream/candy store has much charm and obviously M loves it. I can happily say we’ve moved past “pink” ice cream and onto chocolate. That’s especially good news for the official drip-licker, as you may imagine.
In other progress-related news, I prevented M from biting off the bottom of the cone on several occasions, explaining that she had to wait until it was a little cone so all the ice cream wouldn’t drip through. In fact, she never did it, until Mommy finally threw those last few bites away, undamaged.
M was also particularly taken this trip with other babies and kids eating their ice creams, whereupon we discovered butterscotch (Mommy’s favorite) and we hope to be licking those caramelly drips next time. (Ah… Bi-Rite Creamery’s Salted Caramel. Okay, yes, my one bite was Caramel mixed with Orange.)
Happy and sated, M galloped down the sidewalk in that little horsey way she has, slapping the side of Walgreen’s drugstore and talking to every child in her path.
Success, I’d say.
And just in case anyone’s wondering, Mommy, in a rare turn of events ordered Rainbow Sherbert, and liked it but was underwhelmed (ah, Bi-Rite…).
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