By Cheri Scolari
5/2011There is one food that permeates my childhood memories and even now, can sweeten a day gone sour: Ice cream. The very thought of it hastens the balmy summer days and backyard barbeque's. It takes me back to playing hopscotch on the steamy sidewalk in front of my grandma’s house, listening for the tinkling tunes of the ice cream truck, and finally handing over my pennies for a Push-Up, that orange and vanilla creaminess on a stick. Or savoring the dark chocolaty Fudge Brownie cone at Baskin Robbins after bravely surviving my annual doctor visit and vaccines. I risk dating myself when I confess that one of my favorite hangouts in high school was Lippert’s, our local ice cream shoppe, always good for a Root Beer Float or a Tin Roof Sundae after cruising the main on Friday night.
Cheri the Cheesemonger