one thing i'm sure that i'm not misremembering, though, is my ice cream of choice from the ice cream truck. earlier today, BoyCat and i were at the beach (which was way crowded! on the fourth of july! who knew?), and the men with the ice cream carts were riding up and down, up and down, ringing the little cart bells. some people on each side of us got ice cream bars and ice cream sandwiches, and we were kicking ourselves for not having brought along a few bucks for just such a frozen dairy emergency. i said i would've liked a strawberry shortcake bar. BoyCat said he would've liked a snoopy bar. i said i would've liked a...what was that thing called again? you know, the ice cream that came in a plastic cone and had a gumball at the bottom?
BoyCat looked at me like i was speaking hebrew. he said that he had, in no uncertain terms, ever heard or seen any ice cream concoction like the one i was describing. and i could not remember the name of this thing, which of course infuriated me, because a) i get infuritated when i can not recount trivial details of absolutely no import, and b) because it made my claim that this ice cream treat existed even more dubious.
fear not, though, because this story ends happily. after a little while, i finally remembered what it was called.
a screwball! that's it. delicious. now where is that ice cream truck that plays the theme from the sting when you need it?
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oooh oohhh! that's what i would have wanted too! I was reading saying screwball! screwball!....ahhh....screwballll...
Those Midwesterners...they really missed out on this one. Screwballs were the best. Didn't we get them at the swim club too? Also the Boy confirms that ice cream truck in his town had them too, so apparently it wasn't some freak CatTown thing. Just a freak Mass/New England thing? Mmm...screwballs.
the ice cream truck came to school on the day of the lawn fair, along with the weiner truck... and we could get oscar mayer whistles and screwballs...
although i used to switch off between screwballs and pink panthers. ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i want one.
you know what i just realized? is "hebrew" even technically a language? it'd probably be yiddish, wouldn't it?
my brain is dead.
Kate, next time you see a guy with "paletas" on the side of the cart, snag one. They're essentially frozen fruit juice. So much better than anything else from those frozen treat guys. My favorite is pineapple. Occasionally there will be a little chunk of pineapple and then I'm in heaven.
I had a Push-up while in New Orleans. First one I'd had in years, and it was all chemically tasting. Paletas guys have ruined me for any other frozen treat. That isn't an ice cream. frozen custard, or gelato, of couse,
No, screwballs existed in the Midwest! I loved them as a kid. Those and choco tacos. Sometimes one still needs a choco taco.
I ***LOVED*** those. omg. when I was little we weren't allowed to have gum with sugar, so those things were like heroin to me. I didn't even like the ice cream, I just wanted the chew.
Our currant ice cream truck plays 15 seconds of a song and then stops and says HEL-LOOOO in this voice that sounds like a parrot imitating an old woman. The worst is when we go running and every 15 seconds...HEL-LOOOO!
Hebrew's a language. People from Israel do in fact speak it.
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