Sweet Little Memory

It was one of those really hot and humid summers that Baltimore is known for and I was five years old. When I was really small, I was a mommy's girl, my dad kind of scared me. He was super tall with a booming voice and very gruff, not quite sure how to act around little girls despite having four older daughters already. At this point in life there isn't much a 5 year old little girl and a near 60 year old man have in common except for a shared love of ice cream.

One of my earliest memories is walking to the local Highs with my dad. I remember that I got a scoop of rainbow sherbet in a cone and I'm sure my dad must've gotten butter pecan, because that's what he always got.

As we were leaving, I dropped my scoop on the sidewalk and was devastated. My dad went back in the store and we got another scoop except this time that it was put in a cup with a cone on top. I guess we decided that I wasn't yet ready for ice cream in a cone.

Today was rainy and gloomy and I really wanted to make sure I had ice cream today. I stopped by the farmers' market and literally stumbled on #15 Scream Sorbet. I was able to try all of the flavors they offered and each one tasted so true and fresh. The flavors they offered were Ruby Red Grapefruit, Guava, Lime Jasmine, Macadamia Vanilla, Tahoe Gold Mandarin and Chocolate Coconut. I finally decided on a scoop of Guava. Just the right combination of icy sweetness with notes of (I think) lemongrass. This would be perfect on a hot sunny day...

...but it was just as great on a cold rainy morning for a girl eating it in her car and thinking about her dad.

Love,

Rebecca