I had a beautiful crush on my neighbor...
Ok, It was my neighbor's mom...
OK, REALLY it was my neighbor's mom's Creamsicles. (that isn't code for something you perverts)
And thus, my neighbor's mom and thus her son who I played with regularly, and not just to get the creamsicles.
I'm not sure what it is about the Creamsicle that made my heart go pitter-patter.
- Perhaps it was the forbidden love, as this was not a snack that my parents would purchase for us. Would I feel this way about all ice cream snacks?
- Perhaps it was the mom whose love was obvious in her purchase for her son. (this was the same lady who told us she was making "bee soup" and needed us to go catch some...in our hands)
- It could simply be orangiliciousness of the creamsicle.
Arby's has a new Orange Cream Shake!
Oh! Man! You gotta get some of this glorious goodness. Because it is only around for a limited time, you should take that as a sign from the heavens to lay all diets and intolerances for lactose aside and enjoy one each day (twice on Sunday, mostly because Chick-fil-A is closed)
Now, before you get to thinking that I just have an audacious love of the orange and all it is about, ok in fairness I have been known to consume a Dunkin' Donuts Tropicana Coolata, I digress.
|Not all things Orange are groovy.|
It is less than delicious. It is a bit gritty and forget EVER using whatever cup you used it in. There is a scuzz that is left over that seems to invade every pore of the vessel it is made in. They say that you shouldn't drink soda because it removes battery corrosion, but this stuff IS battery corrosion. You will NEED a coke just to make your stomach right.
What tastes bring back memories of your youth?
(your true youth, not your late teens, I don't want to hear that Captain Morgan tastes the same coming up as going down...)