Ice Cream SPLAT!

Grandson David and I were longing for barbecue, so John took us to Dickie’s after church. Dickie’s pulled pork might not measure up to the meat at our favorite BBQ place in Virginia, but it was certainly better than another favorite, Haywood Smokehouse, because it is closed on Sunday. We enjoyed our meal and choreographed getting the free soft ice cream. David, being the “professional” in the family working at Burger King, would load the cones, and John would bring ours to the table. He brought mine first, balancing it carefully. I had it securely in my hand, and then it toppled onto my tray. SPLAT! By the time I thought to take a picture of it, I’d already gotten a spoon and taken a bite or so.

John brought his cone to the table and sat down without incident. Two couples were sitting behind us at one table, and their four children at another table began watching David. By their dress and behavior, we assume they had just come from church, too. As David walked carefully to join us, he heard the children say things like, “Ohh! Look! I want one like that. It’s so tall! How did he do it?”

The fellows were man enough to finish off their cones without losing a drop. John’s success was because of speed and David’s because of being extremely careful. David said he has been told to limit the ice cream to three swirls per cone at Burger King.

Many of you can afford to envy that dessert. Several months ago we heard a person behind the counter tell a customer that the frozen part is dairy free. The cone is gluten free, as well. You can’t lose, except if what you are trying to lose is weight.