Ice Cream Season
Last week I wrote about Troy in Winter. I suppose officially it’s still fall, but I lived most of my life in Florida and California, so cut me some slack. Anything under 40 degrees qualifies as winter weather in my book.
Let’s just say I’m getting myself psyched up.
Because winter really isn’t that bad. The Troy Market moves indoors, long-braised dishes are back on the menu, the cozy blankets are piled on the bed, and you can eat ice cream free from worry that it will melt.
Okay, that last one might just be me. But I’m going to take a moment to try to change your mind.
Most people see ice cream as a summer food. They say, “Oh, it’s so hot outside, how I wish I had something cold and refreshing.” So they go out for ice cream.
What a terrible idea.
The hot hot summer is the worst time ever for ice cream.
1) It melts like crazy.
2) You have to eat it really fast, to prevent it from melting like crazy.
3) If it melts on you, you will be sticky.
4) Those flimsy paper napkins are no good at all for getting off the sticky.
5) Even if you wet them in the water fountain.
6) If you eat it too fast, your eyeballs might freeze.
7) Frozen eyeballs really sting.
8) It’s freaking swimsuit season, do you really need those calories?
9) Two words: carbon footprint.
10) Did I mention ice cream melts like crazy?
In the winter you have none of those problems. Extra pounds are easily hidden under layers and layers of protective clothing. Ice cream freezers do not have to work as hard, which reduces the carbon footprint. AND, most important…
ICE CREAM DOESN’T MELT IN THE WINTER.
You don’t have to eat it fast, you won’t get sticky, and you can eat your ice cream instead of licking off drips.
I can barely describe the joy of eating my first ice cream cone in the middle of winter. I was in Cambridge, Massachusetts with my sister. We went to a fancy little ice cream joint. A place, mind you, that is generally jammed full of people. But we found no line.
And walking down the street, I could nonchalantly take a bite from my cone, whenever the mood struck me. It wasn’t an ongoing battle against Mother Nature. It was the most relaxed and enjoyable ice-cream-eating experience of my life.
So why on earth do all of the local ice cream stands close in the winter?
Winter should be the season for ice cream. Am I wrong?