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WHO CAN SAY NO TO ICE CREAM? (I CAN’T!)
I ’ve always had something of a sweet tooth, so it’s hard for me to turn down a bowl of ice cream. I know it isn’t good for me, but everyone deserves their little pleasures, right? I hate to admit it, but there is always ice cream at the house, and I have been known to make an emergency trip to the store when we run out. I even braved the grocery store one late night during the pandemic to get my fix. I love the smooth, creamy texture and the coolness on the tongue. It makes for a sweet reward at the end of a long, busy day. When I was a kid, my family loved Blue Bell Ice Cream. Blue Bell is a Texas classic. The company is headquartered in Brenham, Texas, right between Austin and Houston. But Blue Bell was not sold in Lubbock during the 1980s when I was growing up. We had to travel to get the stuff. Fortunately, my great-aunt lived in the Austin area, where Blue Bell could be found in just about every store. When we visited my great-aunt every summer with my grandparents, you could be sure we would indulge. My grandfather would carry gallons and gallons of it back home to Lubbock. How do you transport gallons of ice cream across central Texas in the middle of summer? Papa had a plan. He loaded his pickup truck with coolers of dry ice. It might seem like a lot of work, but for the rest of us who lived in West Texas, it was worth it! I remember one time when we ran out of Blue Bell and had to resort to our local ice cream. We were so disappointed. Thankfully, those days are long past us. I still love Blue Bell, and I’m glad it’s available in El Paso. My favorite flavors? Cookies and cream and chocolate chip!
My family didn’t just load up on Blue Bell during the summer — we also made our own ice cream! My mom had a light blue bucket with a motor that would churn the cream and sugar mixture. She would pack the outside of the canister with rock salt to help bring the temperature of the canister down more effectively. And we only had one flavor of ice cream when we made it at home: peaches and cream. I can picture it now. My brother and I, along with the neighborhood kids, riding our bikes, getting all hot and sweaty in the summer heat. After a while, we’d run into the backyard on 22nd Street where we’d find my mom and her little blue bucket working away to make that delicious ice cream. Our homemade ice cream was a little more grainy than store-bought and didn’t have the same consistency, but it was always so good. A bowl of that was perfect in the summer heat. These days, my kids like to get frozen yogurt from a shop not far from where we live. I will eat it, but it just isn’t the same as a good bowl of ice cream. Fans of the NBC show “The Good Place” will know that frozen yogurt is plentiful in the Good Place (a facsimile of heaven that isn’t all it seems). When comparing frozen yogurt to ice cream, Michael, the “architect” of the Good Place says, “There’s something so human about taking something great and ruining it a little so you can have more of it.” So true.
I think it’s time for some ice cream …
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