My Dad loves ice cream. He likes to have it every day. He always wants it for dessert after supper. I remember countless times from my child(and adult)hood Mom asking after supper, “We don’t need any dessert, do we?”
Dad would say, “Oh, how about a little ice cream!”
Or Mom would be serving cake or pie or something and say, “Should we have milk or ice cream?”
Dad would always reply, “Oh, we’d better have some ice cream!”
No matter what, he was always in the mood for ice cream. Years ago he used to make it a lot. In fact, way back in the Nebrasky days he was well-known among his neighbors for regularly making homemade ice cream.
AHQ was on tour one time in Nebrasky, singing at a church in the area Dad was from. This elderly lady cornered me afterwards and said, “Does your Dad still make ice cream?! We used to be next door neighbors and he would make ice cream every Saturday night!”
I hope I wasn’t a disappointment to my Dad, I never was that enthused over ice cream. I liked it ok and would eat it occasionally, but more often than not I would pass it up. It was just too cold and milky.
But lately I started to notice that I’m eating it more often. For some reason I’m usually helping myself when it makes the rounds, my interest is growing. This all led up to a momentous happenstance.
My wife and I were on the way to the in-laws one evening for pie and ice cream. And we were supposed to bring some ice cream. Of course we didn’t have any, so we stopped at the Most Expensive Grocery Store Known to Man (the gas station) to get some. My wife made me get out and get it, so I thought, I’m going to get whatever kind I want. If she doesn’t like what I pick that’s just tough, she could’ve came in too!
I scanned the freezer and picked 2 cartons. The one I’ve long since forgotten, but the other has changed my life. Destiny reached out and tapped me on the shoulder when I saw that box of Raspberry Cow Tracks ice cream.
My wife looked at my choices in the car and burst out laughing. “It’s supposed to be for pie!” she said. I didn’t care, I got what I thought looked good.
The whole family tried my ice cream. Everybody hated it. I was thrilled! I got it all to myself!
This is the most amazing ice cream in the world. It’s a Kemp’s Special Edition flavor, and in their words it consists of:
Raspberry filled chocolate cows, swirls of thick chocolate fudge in raspberry ice cream.
Yes! Very accurate! And as good as that sounds, it’s even far better! Wonderful raspberry ice cream liberally swirled with fudge! Generously populated with little chocolate cows which are surprisingly filled with raspberry filling! Amazing!
If you come over I’ll let you try some. If I still have any on hand! I think I’m going to create my own little twist on the family ice cream legacy.
8 Responses
March 14th, 2006 at 10:10 pm
I too remember Grandpa’s homemade icecream. It was even better when he’d add stuff to it. My dad has followed in his footsteps..we used to get it with grapenuts or (yum) fresh blackberries! Was even worth pickin’ em for it. Your new icecream sounds like heaven for my kids, and like too much excitement for me! :)
March 15th, 2006 at 12:39 am
I wonder if we can get that kind here in Utopia? I’d love to try it but I am truly my father’s daughter and already love ice cream way too much so the last thing I need is another favorite! Too cold and too milky just never has been a problem for me!
March 15th, 2006 at 1:08 am
Boy oh Boy, does this ever bring back memories. Way back in Nebraska, several evenings a week just about the time we were finishing milking the cows dad would say, “Anybody want to turn ice cream?” That meant get the ice, put it in a burlap bag and smash it up small, put the freezer together, get the salt, some water, assemble it all and start cranking. Lots of work, cold on the fingers and maybe late for super. But, I don’t ever remember one time that Galen or I didn’t jump at the chance. I would still jump at the chance today. Sorry Tom, even the fanciest, gooeyist, call it by a funny name ice cream, nothing can touch the ice cream dad made. Maybe I’m not able to be real objective here, but when you have farm fresh eggs, fresh milk and lots of cream that you just seperated, you can make the best of the best ice cream in the world. Hold on, I’ve got to go buy a cow, some chickens, a cream seperator and one of the old timey crank freezers so I can have some real ice cream. Oh yeah, I better gets dad’s formula as well cuz nobody made it like dad. John
March 15th, 2006 at 5:08 am
Thomas, the only thing that “impressed” me was the fact that you posted yet another picture of yourself wearing a gray t-shirt. Sigh.
March 15th, 2006 at 8:42 am
The only time I eat ice cream is when I dunk it in my coffee or when it’s Heavenly Hash. I haven’t seen that kind down here in the gool ol’ US so my grandma usually has some waiting for me at home on those visists.
March 15th, 2006 at 11:50 pm
The very best ice cream will always be the homemade variety–pretty much ANY homemade. Grapenuts (soaked in milk beforehand) was always the standard at our house. When it comes to storebought, my favorite of kinds tried so far is Dreyer’s Cookie Dough… Yum! I am not a big ice cream eater (generally only once every few weeks or so, unless there is homemade on hand), but that Cookie Dough stuff keeps me going back for more.
BTW, apparently you and SG still have very similar clothing style taste.
March 17th, 2006 at 7:46 pm
Hay that was a funny post.
I liked the description of the ice cream.
Good wording, very funny.
March 18th, 2006 at 8:05 pm
would love to try your ice cream!! I am not a big ice cream eater either–more of a “social”eater!! but I love rasberrys so I’d try yours!!Wayne is also know for his home-made ice cream–he uses his mothers recipe and we always get rave reviews!!