Wednesday, October 13, 2004
he had me at vanilla brown sugar
Yesterday, I took the kids to Jakes, because I saw that they opened a brand new store - in my neighborhood. This was very exciting news. Especially since I heard that they had a new flavor (Meanie Halloweenie) that included chunks of those candy corn-like orange pumpkins.
I adore disgusting candy: those caramels with white cream in the middle, Fun Dip, Circus Peanuts, Zots, Nerds, Sugar Babies, Pez. I go right past the premium chocolate candy. Keep your Twix, Snickers and Milky Way. I want a box of Hot Tamales, or a Tootsie Roll.
My taste in candy disgusts my husband. He has been known to make me brush my teeth after eating Circus Peanuts. He says they smell like nail polish. Whatever.
I love Halloween because my kids discard the nasty candy - the candy I happen to love. Every year, I admit that my heart quickens just a bit when I see the first bags of candy corn and pumpkins begin to line the supermarket shelves. It's almost as exciting as seeing the first yellow Peeps and Cadbury Creme Eggs. If there is anything I love more than nasty candy - it is seasonal nasty candy.
So, I head that Jakes made candy pumpkin ice cream - and three weeks ago, they opened a store right down on Main Street. I had to go and check it out.
I went with the kids and, lo and behold - Jake was there. The real Jake. Jake himself. Mr. Ice Cream. In the flesh.
He was nice. He bent down and talked to my kids, face-to-face. He asked their names and what their favorite flavors were. He was just the way you wold think a guy that made ice cream ought to be. I told him that I had a blog and I had written about his ice cream. More than once.
He asked what the web address was, and I wrote it down for him. Then I realized - perhaps I would come across as a creepy Jakes Ice Cream stalker if he read my blog. It's just that, you know - he has this ice cream made with Krispy Kreme donuts and coffee. And there's the Vanilla Brown Sugar, and the Cotton Candy that tastes just like Cotton Candy. And now, Halloween Pumpkin ice cream.
Later that night, I got an email from Jake. He thanked me for what I wrote on the blog, and he said hello to my children. He remembered them by name.
And when I went to bed, the world seemed a little nicer. So thanks Jake. Thanks for everything.
I adore disgusting candy: those caramels with white cream in the middle, Fun Dip, Circus Peanuts, Zots, Nerds, Sugar Babies, Pez. I go right past the premium chocolate candy. Keep your Twix, Snickers and Milky Way. I want a box of Hot Tamales, or a Tootsie Roll.
My taste in candy disgusts my husband. He has been known to make me brush my teeth after eating Circus Peanuts. He says they smell like nail polish. Whatever.
I love Halloween because my kids discard the nasty candy - the candy I happen to love. Every year, I admit that my heart quickens just a bit when I see the first bags of candy corn and pumpkins begin to line the supermarket shelves. It's almost as exciting as seeing the first yellow Peeps and Cadbury Creme Eggs. If there is anything I love more than nasty candy - it is seasonal nasty candy.
So, I head that Jakes made candy pumpkin ice cream - and three weeks ago, they opened a store right down on Main Street. I had to go and check it out.
I went with the kids and, lo and behold - Jake was there. The real Jake. Jake himself. Mr. Ice Cream. In the flesh.
He was nice. He bent down and talked to my kids, face-to-face. He asked their names and what their favorite flavors were. He was just the way you wold think a guy that made ice cream ought to be. I told him that I had a blog and I had written about his ice cream. More than once.
He asked what the web address was, and I wrote it down for him. Then I realized - perhaps I would come across as a creepy Jakes Ice Cream stalker if he read my blog. It's just that, you know - he has this ice cream made with Krispy Kreme donuts and coffee. And there's the Vanilla Brown Sugar, and the Cotton Candy that tastes just like Cotton Candy. And now, Halloween Pumpkin ice cream.
Later that night, I got an email from Jake. He thanked me for what I wrote on the blog, and he said hello to my children. He remembered them by name.
And when I went to bed, the world seemed a little nicer. So thanks Jake. Thanks for everything.
