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I love the month of May. Snow and the cold of winter has passed (hopefully) and the flowers are popping up out of the ground. We get to put sandals on our feet and capri’s on our legs. It’s a great time. But, most of all, it is time for the first ice cream cone of the season.
Ice cream is good any time of year. But, there is nothing like buying your first ice cream cone each year. I get excited, like a little kid. I hop in my car, drive over to the Monongah Dairy Cone or Dairy Creme Corner and get in line. Yeah, it’s not just my idea. Everyone wants their first ice cream cone and we are willing to wait for it.
I like to watch the high school girl slide open the screen window and poke her head out to ask me what I want. “I’ll take a small chocolate in a cake cone, please.” I’m a traditional girl. I’m not into Double Double Bubblegum Chocolate Chip ice cream or any of the concoctions they come up with nowadays. I just want a soft chocolate in a cake cone. I’m easy to please.
When she hands it to me, I look at other people, like, “Look at me, I have an ice cream cone.” I feel special. Well, actually, I feel like a little kid who is getting a reward for getting an A in Spelling. (I was not a good speeler.) Getting an ice cream cone when I was little was a “treat.” So, as an adult, I can treat myself whenever I feel like it. That’s a pretty good advantage, doncha think?
Ice cream also reminds me of my dad. He used to take us to get an ice cream cone almost every Friday evening. I think my mom ordered my dad to have a “Dad’s night out” so she can take a break from us. So, every Friday evening, off we went somewhere. Usually we went over to the Weirton plaza and hit the stores. I didn’t even mind going into Western Auto while he looked for windshield wipers or a fan belt. We were going to get an ice cream cone. They made double cones and I could bite into the hard chocolate without the cold shooting up into my brain. Brain freeze.
Yes, I’m getting excited for my first ice cream of the year. We are going to have temperatures up into the 70′s for the next few days.
“I scream. You scream. We all scream for ice cream!”
Of course we do.
Posted by sonali on May 11, 2011 at 1:05 pm
That is so sweet! Enjoy the ice creams when the summer is on.
Posted by writerwoman61 on May 11, 2011 at 10:24 am
Happy to see you, Vickie!
I too love ice cream…chocolate dip was my favourite as a kid…I wish the cones were still a quarter at DQ!
Wendy
Posted by Eric L on May 10, 2011 at 8:15 pm
My father used to drive us down Rte. 2, through all that stinky pollution, past the horrifying rockslides, to the Dairy Owl in Follansbee. So surreal when ya think about it.
Posted by Jumping in Mud Puddles on May 12, 2011 at 9:58 am
LOL, Eric. We avoided that and drove north to Buck’s Ice Cream in New Cumberland. Remember how it used to “rain” when we would drive past that part? Oh, wait, the Dairy Owl was right across from it..lol
Posted by marinasleeps on May 10, 2011 at 12:16 pm
Hey lady! Great post and its awesome to hear from you!!
I love ice cream. But I have a rule.. only popsicles in the summer and chocolate or vanilla in winter.
I am weird.
Posted by Jumping in Mud Puddles on May 10, 2011 at 3:13 pm
Thanks, I have been so busy lately, I have been neglecting my blog..lol..That is not a bad rule. popsicles don’t belong in the winter..lol