(New Baltimore Ice Cream. Photo by Robin. 2007)
It’s going to get terribly hot here in Sabbaticalville today. In the 90’s. That means it will be over 100 in this apartment which seems to collect all the heat from the building and move into the apartment around 3:00 in the afternoon, staying until long after we’ve gone to bed.
M and I are heading into Philadelphia this evening to meet up with some friends and have dinner at the Jamaican Jerk Hut, a little center city place that has a garden where you can sit outside, eat, and pretend you’re in the tropics. The heat, I’m sure, will add to the atmosphere.
One of those friends is visiting from England. She got married last year (with not one but two weddings and three receptions!) and this will be our first meeting with her husband. I’m excited and looking forward to it. I could almost ignore the fact that it will be a very hot day. I will also be meeting the husband of another friend for the first time. This must be Meeting the Husbands Day. I’m also excited about that.
I’m just one excited woman today.
The heat and the mention of ice cream (way up above) remind me of the time I treated M the Younger to ice cream when it was about 97 degrees outside. He ordered black raspberry ice cream in a waffle cone. Turns out the waffle cone was HUGE and held about a half gallon of ice cream. Try eating that much ice cream in that kind of heat. It was a toss-up as to who would win: the heat or M the Younger. The poor guy was eating it as fast as he could and the ice cream was melting at a slightly higher rate than he could eat it. A small crowd (ok, it was one or two people) gathered to watch.
Somehow, he managed to finish it without losing too much ice cream to the heat and the sidewalk. I think he ate it in about five minutes and I was surprised he didn’t develop a good case of brain freeze.
I told this story to M the Younger’s girlfriend while we were eating our ice cream during our last visit to New Baltimore. It was a cloudy day and we were rained on towards the end of eating our ice cream. They don’t serve half a gallon of ice cream in their small cones at New Baltimore, but it is a goodly amount. I can’t imagine ordering the large. Or the medium, for that matter.