Today Nolan and I hitched a ride with my mom and dad to visit Uncle Harold before he has surgery on Monday. It was nice to see him again after such a long time, his vision isn’t good but he was able to give Nolan a pat on the head.
After our visit, I dragged my mother and father to Dewar’s. I have decided that when one travels, one must do their best to “use the day” and visit places that might not be seen again for a long time. It’s an important life philosophy. Plus, I love ice cream.
We took a number. The parlor was very crowded, but we knew it would be worth the wait. At least I knew it would be. My parents looked skeptical. Mom ordered a black and white, some unholy concoction of vanilla and chocolate ice cream with marshmallow and chocolate syrup. Dad got a chocolate malt. I ordered a peppermint ice milk in honor of Grandpa Clyde. I also ordered a large bag of peanut chews for Derrick.
I know that growing up Grandpa Clyde would take me to Dewar’s for having a “clean plate ticket”. A clean plate ticket was always a feat because Grandma insisted on putting too many vegetables on it. I felt the reward was justified at the time, but now I look back and think I was being spoiled with a great meal AND a trip to the ice cream parlor.
I have no idea what I ordered during those trips, but today I made sure to have a Peppermint Ice Milk, capitalized, with two scoops. I thought of Grandpa and our visits there as the mint cleared out my sinuses.
Food memories can be powerful. Mom started to recount Uncle Tim’s delight in Chocolate Malts. I didn’t know this, because I am a young DOLOP who only remembers the fateful day when he stopped calling me a movie star and started calling me a spook. I was thrilled to learn that he would somehow manage to bribe a church member to take him to Dewar’s on the way home after being banned from Chocolate Malts. I don’t know why this knowledge thrilled me, but it did. This got me thinking, how many other family members have specific ice cream orders associated to them? I feel it is imperative that we all drop whatever we are doing and report on the Dewar’s Family Favorites.
Please add this information in the comments. I think knowing one’s favorite ice cream flavor is a window into the soul…or something. Plus, I just love ice cream.
This was Nolan’s first trip out into the great world beyond Fresno. I thought it was a fitting adventure. Plus, there was ice cream.