“Without ice cream, there would be darkness and chaos.”

If this wasn’t real life but rather a cheesy science fiction movie, parts of the Earth would now be on fire, a cosmic punishment for abusing the elements. One scientist, ruggedly handsome, and a smart and beautiful female TV news anchor would save the Earth from itself and in the process fall in love. At the end of the film, people would be slowly coming out of their refuges, and our main characters would kiss. Fade out.

Today will be the hottest day of this heat wave. The forecast for the cape is only the high 80’s, but it could reach 100 in the rest of the state and even higher when you factor in the humidity. This is so unusual for us, already the third heat wave of the summer. I have no intention of leaving the house except to go to the deck to water my flowers, and I won’t do that until early evening.

Watermelon is summer. When I was young, my mother would cut slices, and we’d eat right down to the white next to the green peel. I remember the juice would drip down my fingers, and my hands would be really sticky as was my face where the sides of the watermelon touched it the further down to the peel I ate. I had watermelon the other day, the adult version; it was already cut but just as delicious and oh so sweet.

Corn is summer, especially sweet corn. We had it for dinner many nights when I was growing up. My father was the best corn eater I ever saw. He ate it row by row and never missed a kernel. He was a human typewriter. He’d eat each row then move to the next like the carriage of a typewriter moved on to the next line.

Popsicles are summer. Often when Johnny, the ice cream man, came my mother didn’t have the money for us to get ice cream, but she had enough for all of us to get popsicles. I was partial to root beer, but I also liked cherry and orange. The key to eating a popsicle was to keep up with the drips. That meant a lot of licking at the bottom while not ignoring the top. I remember my little sisters couldn’t always keep up with the melting and would sometimes have colored drip lines down their fingers and hands. Orange line seemed to be the most common. The  popsicle was great until you neared the end. When you’d eat the bottom of one side, the other side would sometimes fall off the stick. If it fell in the grass, it was still okay to eat. The dirt, though, was a different story. That popsicle remnant was gone forever.

Stay cool and eat ice cream!

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15 Comments on ““Without ice cream, there would be darkness and chaos.””

  1. Birgit Says:

    I agree, daily ice cream is absolutely essential in summer! But the hotter it gets the faster I have to ride my bike to get it frozen from the store.
    What happend to Detroit? A whole city went bankrupt? Just heard it on our news. Condolences from my also suffering automotive hometown.

    • katry Says:

      My father worked for an ice cream company for years. He was the manager in Hyannis which brought us down here in the first place. We loved ice cream.

      That is the worst news. Some of the car companies have recovered, but not the city, the largest to declare bankruptcy in the country.

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Watermelon, corn and popsicles.
    So many memories.
    Did “they” tell you if you swallowed the watermelon seeds, you would have watermelons growing in your stomach?
    Did you have seed spitting contests with your siblings?

    Nowadays I get the seedless kind. It’s usually a quarter melon because there is only me although sometimes Rocky will eat a small piece.

    My father was a summer corn connoisseur. He would scout local farms to see which one had corn coming along.
    Eventually, he began growing his own and then it got really serious. Corn every day all summer long. Bushels of corn. We froze corn in the husk and had it through the winter as well.

    Root beer popsicle every time. And never split one. No. It’s not right.
    I used the wrapper to catch the drips so I rarely got sticky fingers. But I did hate it when the other half broke away and fell. There was always a dog with us. The dog always got those breakaways.

    I have been outside to water the plants and the birds. There is a breeze but it is like the breeze when you open a hot oven door.

    Don’t forget to wave at Saturn this afternoon when Casini takes our picture. Sometime around 5:27PM look to the east and say Cheese. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      Yup, that’s exactly what they told us, but we didn’t mind. Spitting the seeds was lots of fun. I also buy the seedless but, as I said, mine are already cut. I sit in here, watch TV and munch watermelon.

      I love sugar and butter corn the best. It doesn’t usually get here until August. I could eat ears and ears of that. My dad also loved corn but would never go as far as your dad. How much land did he use?

      I with you in loving root beer popsicles. Splitting? What’s with splitting the popsicle? It was all mine!!!

      I just came in from watering a few of the plants right here by the door. It is still way too hot. I’ll do the rest tonight. No breeze here. Even Gracie ran out, squatted and ran right back inside.

      I’ll be the one wearing flowered pants, my in the house pants!!

      • Caryn Says:

        I went out and waved. I’m the one behind the tree.
        My in the house attire does not often involve pants in warm weather.

        The garden wasn’t really that big. The property is slightly over an acre. The garden was maybe an eighth of it. My dad was able to use a small tractor.
        The corn owned the back half of the plot and sometimes extended out into the wet meadow.
        He had the first sugar and cream corn around. There were others that matured at different times. Once he planted popcorn.
        The corn was interplanted with beans and squashes in the Native American style. No dead fish buried in the hills though.
        It got very lush in the corn patch. I was always leery about going in there to harvest things. The snakes loved the place. I could almost hear them singing.

      • katry Says:

        The pants are what we call pedal pushers, are bright with a Hawaiian looking fabric and really light cloth. The house gets chilly so I need them and even socks at times.

        I knew corn needed room. The first time I went to Colorado, my sitter and brother-in-law took me on a ride through Denver. I loved seeing corn growing along the sidewalks in the space between them and the road.

        Nothing beats sugar and butter corn!!!

        I never minded snakes except in Africa where they were poisonous.

  3. hedley Says:

    Detroit filed a Chapter 9, it may or may not be accepted.

    On Monday evening Joseph Orlando,19, and Brenna Machus, 20, were working together at a Family Dollar Store on Michigan Avenue in Dearborn. Joseph had been on the job for less than a week. He was murdered in the store and Brenna was abducted and killed in a woods nearby at the Southfield freeway.

    Bankruptcy is non necessarily economic.

  4. GnuFool Says:

    Whats your favorite ice cream?
    1. Vanilla
    4.Chocolate chip
    5.Rocky Road
    6. Neopolitan
    7. any Sherbert flavor
    8. any Sorbet flavor

  5. Bob Says:

    Everything you mentioned is a summer treat that I remember from my childhood. I was never a big popsicle fan, but I loved ice cream. Especially chocolate ice cream.

    Did you put salt on your watermelon? That was a Southern thing that I learned when I moved to Texas as a kid. Back then no one knew that too much sodium was bad for your heart and salt on fruit just didn’t sound right. My other summer favorites are fresh peaches, plums, nectarines and cherries. I wonder is the nectarine truly a cross between a peach and a plum? Regardless, there is nothing like summer fruit.

    • katry Says:

      I really love coconut ice cream, a new flavor from a local company, but I’ve always loved chocolate chip.

      I’ve never heard of salt on a watermelon, but I buy salted caramel chocolate sauce which is great so I figure it might taste as good on a watermelon.

      I love cherries. We used to have cherry pit spitting contests. I seldom won.

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