Friday, August 27, 2010

Wonderful feeling...wonderful day!

You know the drill, you get an A on a paper.

A pat on the back from your dad.

A high five from your boss.

You shoot, you score.

A home run...

you know,

a zippity-doo-dah-day.

Well, I had one of those yesterday...and it started the day before that.

One of the Loveables has been asking to make fried ice cream.

He's a bit of a nag...and so he's been asking a lot.

I get the impression that he asks for lots of things that he doesn't get.

Anyway day after day after day after day...."can we make fried ice cream today? when we gonna make fried ice cream? you promised we are going to make fried ice cream!!!"

On Wednesday he asked me again about the ice cream.

I explained to him that we needed a recipe, and we needed the "stuff" to complete said recipe.

And cash to pay for stuff.

And staff to drive the van to the store.

And so on and so forth.

Too much work. Too many details. Too little time."

But on this day Mr Bluebird was on our shoulders, it was the truth, it was actual, and ev'rything was satisfactual....

Zippity dooo dah....

And so on Wednesday the Loveables and the dedicated staff made baseball sized balls of vanilla ice cream, dipped them into a cinnamon sugar mixture,

then they rolled them into crushed corn flakes and packed them even tighter than snowballs.

They worked at breakneck-speed...if the ice cream got too soft, the balls would be ruined.

It was fun to watch them work.

And be a cooperative team.

It was fun to watch them run to the large walk in freezer with the balls on a large sheet tray where they would be spending the next 24 hours getting rock hard and ready to fry.

It was rewarding to hear the Loveables say "we did good" and "they look GREAT"  and "I can't wait until tomorrow".

On Thursday, the Loveable who started it all told our visiting chef "I've never worked faster in my life" ( I'm thinking I saw his hand reach around and pat his own back).

I told him how "spoiled" he was that everyone worked so hard to help him to finally get his fried ice cream.

He flashed me a 100 watt smile.

When chef fired up the fryer and dropped the first ball into the hot grease the Loveables watched, fascinated.

The staff watched fascinated, too.

"Hold the ball between the tongs" chef instructed "and when it starts to feel soft, pull it out".

They laid the hot ball onto a dab of hot fudge syrup and then we poured a spoonful on the top too.

Like my dad says "their tongue beat their brains out"...

I seriously don't think I've ever tasted anything so yummy.

A couple of the Loveables ate two balls of fried ice cream.

I think one ate three.

My, oh my, what a wonderful day,

Plenty of sunshine headin' my way,

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay......


  1. Great story!! Lol and a tear. Home run. I bet some of them have never even tasted fried ice cream. You are a good mom.

  2. Hiya baby!!!...None of them had ever tasted fried ice cream..and I hadn't either ;-)

  3. Hello from LBS tea party. I feel refreshed after reading your post about your perfect day!

  4. Thank you Judith...please stop by anytime :-)


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