This isn't exactly a Kitchen Tale since it doesn't take place in the kitchen, but it's still a fun little story about food. The Kitchen Tales section is here for any food-related story, whether it's in the kitchen or not. So don't hesitate to contribute some of your interesting tales to us!
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When I was little, my dad worked in Ohio while my sister and I stayed in New York with my mom to continue our education. My dad would come visit whenever he could, and I'd tag along during vacations.
Besides my first cookie disaster (as seen in the first newsletter), I have plenty of fond memories of Ohio. One of which is of our car's windshield glowing slightly at night due to the sheer amount of fireflies smushed against the glass. However, I like to think that those little fireflies were eagerly attempting to hitch a ride with us because we were on our way to a famous little ice cream stand.
Unfortunately, I can't remember what the place was called, or where it was even. It was located pretty far out in the outskirts and was literally the only building around. Even so, the stand was always crowded at night with a line of people waiting to order their ice cream. Why? Well, it wasn't simply due to the flavors they had available or even how tasty the ice cream itself was. To put it simply, the waffle cone was as long as my forearm and it held a heaping amount of ice cream...whatever flavor I desired. Best of all? The price was reasonable, cheap even. Just another reason why it was so popular.
Eating the ice cream was a bit tricky at times. A spoon just didn't give the same satisfying experience, but without a spoon meant going home with a sticky face and hands. I don't think there was ever a time when we actually managed to finish our ice cream. Many times, the half-eaten cone would end up in our freezer and finished the next day. That is just how big it was.
One of these days, I'll have to visit Ohio again and drive around in search of that little stand.
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