Today, September 22 is National Ice Cream Cone Day.
It evokes for me the memory of a sweltering
New England summer day, circa 1978. I
was a sweaty fat kid, brimming with predatory hunger. I gazed impatiently at
the soft serve machine which was swirling chocolate and vanilla into
a stick-to-the-roof-of-your-mouth wafer cone that would soon be showered with rainbow jimmies and handed over into my pudgy
little fingers. Mine, all mine!
And with one overzealous lick...
...it zaps me back to present-day recalling a quote from author Jim Fiebig: "Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of
having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone." How true.(#5)
Several websites even offer step-by-step tutorials for crocheting your
the cone at mouth level far too exhausting a process, a motorized ice cream cone (#1) that relieves you of the arduous work; it spins the ice cream around so you need only stick out your tongue.
Made of dishwasher safe plastic, it runs on two double AA's and comes in an assortment of fun colors. Of course with a lazy tongue
like that, any adult who makes this purchase is destined
a long, lonely life and probably doesn't get out much past a late-night
run to 7-11 for another gallon of Double Mocha Chunk, anyways. Happy