Monday Morning Musings–Part 2
My first post this morning might have been a bit too intense—too passionate?—, so I’ll chill a little by talking about ice cream.
My dad loved ice cream. My dad loved food. He loved eating and he liked socializing around a table. But for many years, his vice of choice was ice cream. When my younger sister and I were little, he would buy several pints, perhaps 8 or maybe more, of hand-packed ice cream in the freezer—you know the type you get from an ice cream store or fountain, not the supermarket freezer section?
I don’t share his passion for ice cream, but I do like ice cream. OK. Sometimes I love it.
After seeing Passion at the Arden, (see previous post) my husband and I walked to Spruce Street Harbor Park. This is the second summer for this popup venture. There is a shady area with trees and flowers, hammocks hang from the trees, and there is a wading pool and fountain.
Along the river, there is a boardwalk with shuffleboard, ping pong, a café/beer garden, a food trucks—including a Franklin Fountain truck.
“Let’s have ice cream,” I said to my husband. “We can have ice cream for dinner tonight.” He agreed.
And so we did.
I had chocolate; he had strawberry. Sometimes we’re so predictable.
Not sorry. It was delicious.