|The Ice Cream Villain|
I gave in. After four years of observing most every other New Yorker indulge, I did it myself. I ate a Mr. Softee ice cream.
When the temperature hits 55, they emerge. I’m not sure how this happens. Perhaps there is a law that states, “You have permission to appear when temperatures rise over 50 degrees.” When the weather warms anywhere, including New York City, we immediately get spring fever, knowing that even warmer temps are on the way. It’s almost like magic or something of the sort. It doesn’t matter if it’s a mild day in the month of March, the sinful summer fix returns to our neighborhood corners in NYC.
I am not a soft ice-cream fan. And quite honestly, I don’t love most hard ice-cream anymore either. My warm-weather love is gelato. BUT, I have promised to try a Mr. Softee for several years now, and this week, I finally gave in to the creamy frozen dessert truck at 87th and Broadway.
I had a mid-afternoon meeting that lasted longer than expected and I had not eaten lunch yet. At almost 5 p.m. I got back to the Upper West, and it was too late in the day for a typical sandwich. As I stumbled upon the truck on the way from the subway station, I talked myself in and out of the chocolate covered cone for ten minutes, until I succumbed to the temptation.
Vanilla soft serve dipped in chocolate. Yum. Actually, double yum. I was thrilled to see the calorie count on the side of the truck and it read “300-360.” Not bad at all for a little cone of heaven. Although I rarely partake in soft frozen desserts, this one was really delicious. The cone was so fresh and crunchy too. Worth the calories? Most definitely.
|My Frozen Indulgence|
I am striking a deal with myself. For every Zumba Class I take, I am allowed one Mr. Softee. Thus far, I have survived two Zumba classes, so in reality, I am already permitted another cone of sugary goodness. However, I think I will save it, kind of like the “get out of jail free card.” I’ll use it when I need a Mr. Softee most.