That first real ice cream of season is one you look forward to since the start of being couped up in the house around the festival of the turkey in late November. We yearn for the warmth of sunshine on our faces and the dripping mess that is the delicious ice cream cone we hold so proudly in our hands. Let's face it - of course we all eat ice cream or frozen yogurt, or sugar free/fat free lifeless white stuff with calorie free flavoring it all winter long, but that is not the same. That is not the stuff wee tots dream of when they want ice cream. We want to trek 10 yards from the front door or 10 miles in the car to a shop or stand that reminds us of childhood, where the line is 25 people deep and you gaze upon the selection board hemming and hawing about what to get. Each time another customer walks away with his jumbo cone covered in sprinkles or crunchy chocolate dip, you change your mind about what you will order. Then the moment of truth arrives, and every notion you had about branching out this time falls flat on the sticky pavement. You rattle off your favorite combo without even thinking, receive your treasure and walk from the counter hypnotized by the deliciousness that is about to ensue when you find that rock, stump, bench, grassy knoll, or even the middle of the parking lot to plop down and savor that first ice cream of the season.
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