


“My fave ice cream memory is when my mom took a teeming carload of us--me, my two younger brothers and a gaggle of our friends to Howard Johnson's (AKA HoJo's) for ice cream. We were on our way back home to the Mid-Hudson Valley after spending a brain-frying July day swimming at Bear Mountain Park. I think our pre-teen brains were truly impaired because we could not stop laughing as we entered the frosty air-conditioned chill of HoJo's. When we all started shrieking as a young albino man stepped to the ice cream counter to wait on us, my mortified, yet quick-thinking, mother told him in hushed tones to excuse us as we were briefly being let out of "The Home" for an outing and she had forgotten to pack our "meds". The butter brickle and chocolate cones were great too! Ah memories....”
That little trip down memory lane posted above was my winning entry in a Laloo Gourmet Goat Milk Ice Cream contest held on Mary Macrae Warren’s nifty blog, eat.drink.memory. sweet and savory musings from a food-obsessed writer
| Diana Raabe | Ice Cream
Posted Sat, 07/26/2008 - 19:42
Oh my goodness! I can just see three little urchins confused at the sight of their first albino person - maybe scared even - but wanting an ice cream oh-so-badly! Great memory, Moxie!
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