I’m tired tonight .. it might be that I’m coming off a sugar buzz. Or the dramamine I took earlier today so that I could ride in the passenger seat and not feel like I wanted to hurl. I’m not sure yet. But forgive me for being lazy right now. I’m wiped out for some reason .. so I’m going to go with that whole feeling, actually go to bed at what some would consider a decent hour this evening and in the meantime, rely on a lot of photos to help me get through this post.
I believe I had my first taste of frozen custard years ago .. it was in the form of a Concrete which we grabbed from this hot little joint in St. Louis, with my Aunt and Uncle.
(Now, if you looked at that photo at all closely .. you’ll see the pic isn’t at all at a custard stand. It is all of us at Grant’s Farm, http://www.grantsfarm.com/ part of the Anheuser Busch complex and these are beer cups and not ice cream cups .. but who’s fact checking. It was the same time and close to the same place.)
I have been hooked. On frozen custard. Don’t get me wrong, plain ice cream will forever be pretty good in my books, and there’s little left to call plain about most ice cream anymore. It’s good and the choices are astounding. Popsicles have their place, too.
But frozen custard. There is just nothing quite like it.
I went through a banana strawberry malt phase when I discovered the likes of the old Cleary’s Frozen Custard years ago in Madison.
Cleary’s has since come and gone. The empires of places like Michael’s Frozen Custard and Culver’s have built themselves up since .. making millions (one would think – have you seen the price for a sundae lately???) both here in the great dairy state and beyond .. on our weak souls and lack of willpower to grab, say an apple when we are searching for a snack each night.
Night after night .. especially during the summer, we stand in line seeking a taste of the good life.
And it is delivered. Handed to us through a cute little window and received with a smile on nights .. like tonight.
I have long wondered .. since we have always lived within walking distance of one storefront or another .. if hoofing it there and back meant we might negate the whole calorie transaction.
I’m not so sure that works.
But on nights like tonight.. when my daughter and the fine young boy next door who just got done watching a couple of our animals while we were away on vacation begged to go tonight for custard yet again .. because I said at some point I would take them (note, some point)
I decided I was worth continuing to try and figure it out.
And I picked up a schedule of the ‘Flavors of the Day’ for the month to be sure we’d know when we might like to get back in line again.