It is so freaking hot here. Every summer, EVERY summer, this happens -- it sneaks up all quietly somehow, until it's June 13 (happy day-before-your-birthday, Annie!) and you have everyone making the requisite comments about how DC is a swamp blah blah, and the Metro station seems to exhale hot breath all over you, and just the air out the window looks likes it's melting, and you need more ice cream than should ever be consumed by one person just to make it through the afternoon. Not to mention early and late evening.
Which is why I say bravo to this advice to deli-owners everywhere:
Don't waste valuable freezer-case real estate on Bomb Pops that you could devote instead to the Flying Sicle Brothers: Pop, Fudge, and Cream. I love Creamsicles. Love them! If the deli stocked Creamsicles, the deli owner could build a new wing on his house in about a month, because I would buy them, daily, frequently, early and often, even in the winter, because of the very deep, very real love. I would buy Fudgsicles, too, even though it annoys me that it is spelled "Fudgsicle" and not "Fudgesicle," and I would even now and then on a very hot day buy a Popsicle, even though eh.
Hear hear. I would also like to append to Sars' brilliant essay a note to my own corner deli: Please, please, get the Skinny Cow ice cream sandwiches back. I know they cost $6.99 for 6, which is obscene; I know they frequently were smushed beyond recognition; I know you never had the really good mint ones they sometimes have at Safeway. I didn't realize how good I had it.
I broke down last night and walked the WHOLE WAY to the Soviet Safeway in the sticky heat after the first store (unnamed, as far as I know, although in my head I call it Pseudo Safeway because it only sort of sells Safeway-brand but isn't called Safeway, I don't know)didn't have any Skinny Cows. The only package they had was so damaged, so beaten and bruised, that it looked like it had fallen off the back of the truck and been run over 15 times in the middle of 17th Street. I wound up with a half-gallon of Edy's mint chocolate chip, and in my panicky no-ice-cream-in-two-hours withdrawal, I wound up buying some kind of no sugar added version when I thought I was buying the lowfat version. It has Splenda in it instead of sugar. And if I cannot be trusted not to eat a whole half-gallon of not-that-great-but-it'll-do-as-a-substitute lowfat ice cream, what am I supposed to do with something that has the addictive powers of Splenda AND lots of nice delicious fat? What, I ask you?
Eighteen hours later, it is three-quarters gone. I am not the sole perpetrator of the eating of the ice cream, but I am for sure the main one. I was eating it when I came home from an eventful day of work at 2:30 p.m. today. I am eating it now, at 6:32 p.m. I am helpless in its many-Splenda'ed grip.
So this is a long way of telling the nice people at V*rginia Market on the corner, who will never read this: If you can't get the Skinny Cows, if you insist on only carrying the same three flavors of Ben and Jerrys that just don't hit the spot in the summer, at least get a small freezer case for the Flying Sicle Brothers and let me help you put a new wing on your house.
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Here here! All I do is think about ice cream (and new houses). They're eating ice cream at Gaby's school at snack time it's so hot.
And my reporters actually cheered for me when I came in this morning, bearing boxes upon boxes of cones, ice cream on sticks, and other fun COLD things.
(know what else sucks about it being this hot? it's really hard to pack and move boxes)
My mom had the Skinny Cow at her house when I visited a couple of weeks ago. Man oh man were the chocolate peanut butter ones GOOD! I don't know how that can even qualify as a low-fat snack. Yum!
Hrm. I was recently seduced by an entire section of low-fat ice cream choices at the grocery store. I love the Skinny Cow, but they're so expensive that I decided to try another option....Yeah. Not so good as the Skinny Cow. I have decided to shell out the money for the Skinny Cow, no matter how ridiculous the price, because nothing else compares.
Although, Edy's has that new "Slow Churned" light ice cream that tastes exactly like real ice cream. It's not all airy and "not quite right" like most light ice creams.
I keep trying to cut back on the amount of ice cream I eat but you know what? I can't. It's too hard when it's this stupid hot outside. Skinny Cow is good but I'll take orange sherbert any day of the week.
oh! I was just going to comment about sorbet. I love love love sorbet. and it's a lot better for you than ice cream. Mm.....
Hi, Monica. I'm not sure we've met, but i see your comments over on Shannon's blog sometimes. hi! I backpacked through Europe by myself one summer, and my itinerary led me through Venice in July. I'm told that Venice's gorgeous canal smells like sewage on the breeziest of days, but it was really awful when i was there. I promised myself that if I lost three rounds of "Is that smell ME?!?" in a row that I would make taking a shower my top priority. Out-stanking Europe in a heatwave is a dubious achievement. Meanwhile, New York is like a humid armpit these past few days.... Never had the Skinny Cow, but I've been pounding the Dole juice pops like they're going out of style.
Did you backpack through Germany, Angie? We lived there for 2 years and they get FUNKY in the summer.
And the canals do smell like sewage.
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