ANISEED POPSICLES.

August 4th, 2018

The taste of summer.

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Do we share the same childhood memories?

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Growing up in Italy, every summer we would go to the beach for a few weeks.

My dad would drive our RV to the same camping site, year after year, which resulted in creating lots of good memories from that time; the one that I miss a lot  during summer, is being able to lay down in the sand, just to hear the ice-cream truck passing by.

Now, I’m sure you are all imagining the regular ice-cream truck with the cutesy song, but we didn’t use to have those at all in Italy (I’ve never once heard or seen one); we have so many ice-cream shops that there is no real use for something like that – instead, only at the beach, there would be a little truck driving by the shore. It wouldn’t just sell ice-cream, but all kinds of snacks, like cheese puffs and chocolate with grissini.

Yet my favourite was always aniseed popsicles!

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I could eat so many, and never get tired of them.

People either love the flavour, or hate it… so I’m curious: where do you stand?

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As you know, not long ago I went back to Italy for a few days… my friend and I went to grab some cold sweets and I asked for an aniseed popsicle – which I can usually get there.

BUT THEY DIDN’T SELL THEM ANYMORE.

I was not happy about that.

So I asked my mom to send me this bottle up here, which contains aniseed syrup to mix with water to create drinks and – you guessed it – popsicles.

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So I made myself some, waiting impatiently for them to be ready so I could finally taste some after so many years.

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I’ve told legends about these popsicles to Felix, so as soon as he got home, I made him try one.

He hated it. I expected it.

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SO. I’m curious: where you live, do you have aniseed popsicles available? Have you ever tasted them? And do you have any similar childhood memories to share?

 

Marzia

123 thoughts on “ANISEED POPSICLES.

  1. Tom

    I have a story, the setting is in skegness, the wind is howling, the rain tapping and bouncing off of the roof, I am inside of a little metal house on wheels which rocks to and fro almost as if it were a ship in a stormy ocean. The sheets smell like a mixture of dust and washing up powder. Every minute there is a loud growl of thunder like a giant angry wolf in the cloudy sky. By the soft glow of a little dresser light, one of the ones that is mounted to the wall with a little pull cord I read my book, it’s a goosbumps called vampire breath.

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  2. Tom

    I am sorry sweet, you are someone very special Marzia and I am not strong enough to be stable enough to be any sort of friend to you. I’m tired and mentally disturbed, you don’t need to offer your sympathy, I won’t think any differently of you for it.

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    1. Claudia

      Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
      Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
      While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
      As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
      “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
      Only this and nothing more.”

      Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
      And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
      Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
      From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
      For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
      Nameless here for evermore.

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  3. Tom

    I live 200 miles away from you and I will be even further if I get my caravan. You don’t need to worry about me. You’ll never see me sweetheart. In a few years you probably won’t ever even hear from me because I probably won’t have Internet.

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    1. Claudia

      And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
      Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
      So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
      “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
      Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
      This it is and nothing more.”

      Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
      “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
      But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
      And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
      That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
      Darkness there and nothing more.

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    1. Claudia

      Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
      Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
      But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
      And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
      This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
      Merely this and nothing more.

      Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
      Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
      “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
      Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
      Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
      ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

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    1. Claudia

      Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
      In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
      Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
      But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
      Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
      Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

      Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
      By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
      “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
      Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
      Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
      Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

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    1. Claudia

      Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
      Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
      For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
      Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
      Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
      With such name as “Nevermore.”

      But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
      That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
      Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
      Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
      On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
      Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

      Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
      “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
      Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
      Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
      Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
      Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

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    1. Claudia

      You need to see a therapist,stop commenting and grow the balls needed to face your real life. Check out anything by Jordan Peterson– it might help you grow out of your current creeper status.

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    1. Claudia

      But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
      Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
      Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
      Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
      What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
      Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

      This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
      To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
      This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
      On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
      But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
      She shall press, ah, nevermore!

      Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
      Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
      “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
      Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
      Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
      Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

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    1. Claudia

      “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
      Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
      Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
      On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
      Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
      Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

      “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
      By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
      Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
      It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
      Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
      Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

      “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
      “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
      Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
      Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
      Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
      Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

      And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
      On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
      And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
      And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
      And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
      Shall be lifted—nevermore!

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  4. Ava

    As an American, I’ve never heard of these before! What’s the texture like? Is it grainy? I learn so many new things form your blogs marzia, so thank you so much!

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  5. Madison Taylor

    Yay! I’m happy you could re-create your fave popsicles. Everyone keeps sharing popsicle recipes, I have to make some with my friend before the summer ends! That’s surprising that you’ve never heard the music from an ice-cream truck before 😮 One of my fave childhood memories from our summer family trips to Wildwood Beach, NJ was hearing the music pass us by while swimming in our hotel’s outdoor pool. Every now and then, we’d be able to convince our dad to give us cash to buy some ice-cream. ^-^

    http://www.madisontaylor.co

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  6. flight0knight

    I have never heard about such popsicles! But I want to try it! I like the taste of aniseed, so, I am sure I would like it.
    I don’t think I can get the syrup here, though. I will check the allmighty internet.

    thanks for the tip :))

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  7. a_k

    I never tasted aniseed popsicles and didn’t know they even exist!
    But I remember that when I was 5-6 years old and it was summertime I would ride my little bicycle to the nearest shop and buy vanilla ice cream on a stick with chocolate coating called bambino. The packaing was really cute! It was brown with white polar bear on it wearing a winter hat. I still remember that one day I ate like 5 of them in a row because I loved them so much! They don’t sell them anymore 😦 I wish I could taste them one last time. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t be so tasty as I remember them, but they still hold a special place in my heart.

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  8. Héloïse

    Hey 🙂 I’m from France and i’ve never heard about aniseed popsicle.
    I would hate it anyway, but we have a lots of other things flavoured with aniseed like a famous french alcohol that is very important for the frenchies : Ricard (Ricard is the brand, pastis is the real name of the alcohol). It is made of aniseed and licorice, you pour it with water. I’m pretty sure you would love it, or maybe you already know about it ?

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  9. Natalia Bralska

    I live in Poland and I’ve never heard about them. But I like trying new things so, who knows, maybe someday I’ll taste them. How you would describe this taste? I’m really curious

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  10. Héloïse

    I actually have another things to say about aniseed, not popsicle but lolipop.
    It’s a song written by Serge Gainsbourg that he wrote for the singer France Gall. She was young at the time and very innocent.
    The first sentence of the song is “Annie aime les sucettes, les sucettes à l’anis” which means “Annie loves lolipop, aniseed lolipop”. The song refers in fact at the sexual act. But she was so innocent and so young that she didin’t understand this,
    So during an interview at the televison, Gainsbourg asks France gall :
    G : “explain to me the lyrics of the song”
    FG : “pfff, it’s about a girl that loves lolipop that she buys at the drugstore for a few pennies, and…, that’s all… no ?
    G : “ok…”
    FG : ” what ?”
    G : “this is amazing”

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  11. Skylor

    Hi Maria,

    This popsicle flavour sounds really interesting. In the Netherlands we don’t have popsicles like that. However, we have some sort of tradition involving aniseeds.

    For breakfast we mostly eat bread with for example cheese. But we also have some sweet stuff we use on our bread, like “hagelslag” which are chocolate sprinkles. We also have “muisjes”(=little mice in Dutch) we put on our bread sometimes. These are aniseeds covered in a little white/pink/blue sugar coated layer. Whenever a baby is born it is some sort of tradition to give your guests “beschuit” with “muisjes”. Beschuit is a little bit like a biscuit or rusk. When you have a baby girl you put on white/pink “muisjes” on the biscuits with some butter. If it is a boy white/blue muisjes! I am not sure if there is any other country that does this, perhaps in Belgium they might do it as well. Some people also drink warm milk with aniseed powder, this has nothing to do with births though.

    It is really interesting to find out there are really particular foods involving aniseeds, since the flavour is quite specific. I also love ouzo very much. You might like to try muisjes if you like the aniseed flavour.

    Have a nice day Marzia!

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  12. Claudia

    I would like to apologize to the readers for my spamming of Tom. I just wanted him to feel weirded out even for a moment like the rest of us get reading his comments. But in hindsight that may not have been the best idea.. lol. Everyone, enjoy your Monday- think happy thoughts, enjoy the sunshine and let’s give this Anice Popsicle business a try!

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    1. Rune

      I understand your reasoning, but please try and be kind to those we don’t understand. We don’t know this person’s struggle and it is not our place to judge. I know it’s hard at times. But let’s all try to lend a helping hand instead of trying to give others a taste of their own medicine. Kindness and patience is a virtue and I think should be practiced in this community. C: have a wonderful day!

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  13. Mette

    I’m not so sure whether I would enjoy the taste of these popsicles but the color is amazing! That’s for me reason enough to try them 🙂

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  14. Xind

    It looks so good (the colour is cool )😊 but not sure if ill like them.. probably would make it and try with my friends when we hang out someday .

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  15. Rune

    Oh my gosh this is so interesting! I LOVE Aniseed. So this is news to me and I’m in love with the idea. I currently live in Florida, however I grew up in Germany, Peru, Puerto Rico and a bunch of other places. But I never knew about aniseed popsicles. I do however, have a very similar childhood memory. Back in Peru when my sister and I would spend the summer over there (it would be winter there so it kinda sucked). And every year I would always get these little ice creams from vendors that were on bicycle kiosks. They were so yummy and every time I would try a new flavor. My family thought I was crazy since it was cold out and no one ate ice cream. But hey, it was some darn good ice cream. And I was so happy each time I got it! Now that I’m older and don’t go every summer like I used to. I don’t get to see those ice cream portable kiosks anymore. But one day I shall return haha.

    Anyways Marzia. I hope you are having a wonderful summer. Please keep smiling and don’t let anything get you down. You’re amazing and I think everything you do, you do for a reason. Don’t ever doubt yourself and keep working hard!

    Your fans are always here for you.
    Keep being unique.

    -Rune

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  16. Tom

    Colors changing hue, vibrant flowers that brightly blaze, how you suffered for your sanity, no they would not listen they did not know how, maybe they will listen now.

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  17. Tom

    Sorry Marzia, I am done now, me and the internet don’t work together. Anyway you take care sweet. Have a wondeful life, bye.

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  18. Gigi

    ah I’ve never heard of such popsicles but that makes me want to try them! when I was little my family would sit outside the house near our front door on a small bench and eat popsicles as we watched the sun set haha 🙂 also I live in pennsylvania so the icecream trucks that play music are common. I remember running out to the street with my sister along with all the other neighborhood kids when we heard the song~ that brings back memories
    thank you for another cute post Marzia! ❤

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  19. littlechocosquid

    Awww these are sweet memories but…
    I hate anice as well XD
    But still nice to see you could get them anyway! 🙂

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  20. StellaMSamm

    Hi, Marzia! I do like aniseed flavor — especially in Chinese five spice. However, I have never tried these popsicles before nor have I ever heard about them. During the summer as a child, I used to like a popsicle that was a cherry flavor — it had a tongue on the packaging and looked very dope. Actually, I used to be more of an ice cream lover rather than a popsicle fan. A pale vanilla ice cream covered in chocolate on a stick would do it for me but I still stole my mother’s favorite caramel flavor with caramel chunks. Thank you so much for sharing such precious insights into your childhood. I really enjoy reading them.
    Love lots.

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  21. :-)

    Hmmm, Google said that the aniseed is another name for anise, (so my comparison is based on that) which I never thought you can make popsicles from it!!!

    Ice cream isn’t a big thing from where I’m from, and not everyone likes it because it melts sooo quickly and it contains milk, which is tricky to take care of in some circumstances.
    What’s popular is this water lemonade ice based thing. they would use the same machine as those twisted ice cream cones, and put diluted lemonade in it. They will last longer than ice cream and they would be cooler, icier and smooth unlike the crumbly texture of shaved ice.

    I’ve only seen anise in this spice bread my mom used to make, they had such a soothing and sweet??? smell that I took some and made tea out of it. Later, after my mom scolded me (she didn’t let me drink tea) i discovered that I’m not an inventor and its good for stomach aches, but its still The Best childhood tea made ever.

    As in my childhood, I remember they sold roasted corn on and only on the beach during its harvest time. They would roast the corn ear on a long BBQ and when its ready they would dip very quickly it in cold salted water and hand it over to us the sea starved kids.

    So is that blue beverage made out of the seeds or the entire flower? Is it just blue coloring? Is aniseed and anise the same thing? But more importantly, can I make my tea into a popsicle? I’ll try and let you know.

    Love your style , Have a nice day, from a random person on the internet. 🙂

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  22. Debbie

    I used to go to Italy with my family a lot during summer breaks. I fell in love with the ice cream there lol, but I have never had the chance to try this one. Also I thought it was funny how Felix is smiling like he loves the ice cream and his shirt says “I’m ok with it” and than I see you saying that he hates it 😛

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  23. K.

    I had never even heard of aniseed popsicles before, for me aniseed only associates with the taste of cold medicines (like losenges for throat pain that numb the throat) because it is often added into them. So I would love to try this popsicle if someone offered me a taste but I’m pretty sure I would also hate it. It’s really interesting to hear though what kind of staple things someone from a different country has that other might have never heard of 🙂

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  24. Hannah

    I’m sorry if you are having issues, but you need to stop leaving these disturbing comments. Also, it’s different race, not species and there is nothing wrong with it. It is in no way unnatural. Please leave her alone.

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  25. tissue paper

    I always love the vibes of your posts and videos. And this aniseed looks so pretteh~. It looks like that sea salt popsicle in Kingdom Hearts AND SO, BEING A HUGE KH TRASH, I AM ACTUALLY SO INTRIGUED! Mind explaining how it tastes? But I guess, it looking so pretty and me never ever hearing of Aniseed would give me the courage to love this taste? I hope (lol) 🙂

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  26. Angy

    I didn’t heard about aniseed popsicles before, so, I think there are not in Mexico, or maybe, I don’t know them yet. Even, I wouldn’t be surprised to exists here. Anyway, I’m curious now so, when I see one, I will taste it.

    Have a nice day! 😀

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  27. Khyati Chaudhari

    Hey Marzia!
    I grew up in India and in India it gets really really hot during the summer, the temperature reaching up to 50 degrees on some days. During the summer, we consume tons of what we call here, ‘pepsi’. ‘Pepsi’ is a similar to a popsicle except that it is thinner and longer and you get it in different colours but they tasted the same. And so, this is the first I’m hearing about Aniseed popsicle. Great story!

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  28. Marie Anastasia

    OH NO THEY DONT SHIP THIS, but I need this so badly! Do you know any place I could buy it? Except from travelling to Italy.. its a little too expensive :c

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  29. Jacqueriko

    Hahahaha, the color is lovely but I dont think I will like it! We use star anise and aniseeds in a lot of savory dishes in China, so I found it really weird when I tried it in sweet things when I went to America. Some popsicles that I think maybe people will find weird that we have here are probably sweet green (mung) bean paste and red bean paste popsicles! We also have sweet “salt water” popsicles. They taste interesting, kinda have an gatorade tangy taste. I think people sell them to balance out the salt and liquid you lose from sweating. They are all childhood foods for us! But regardless of the flavors, who doesnt love popsicles?!!!!

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  30. Miriam

    hello! 🙂 I’m Italian and I know the struggle of finding aniseed popsicles in shops here haha by the way I always loved them, too! 🙂

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  31. Faith

    As a kid we had the regular ice cream trucks you mentions. I lived in California and they would come by every day with that song that’s always in my head. My sister and I would be out in the front yard laying on towels, waiting to watch the dirt move so we could pluck out the “Rolly-pollies” and try to keep them as pets. When the truck came, we ran in the house as fast as we could to find the change to get a couple of ice creams. I remember the sheer panic as a kid, because I could never tell the difference between a quarter and a nickel.
    I remember these one ice creams that were shaped like cartoon characters, that had gumballs for eyes. I remember they weren’t the greatest flavor, but I just wanted ice cream AND gum. I also remember the strawberry shortcake crunch ice cream that was my favorite flavor. There was two different flavors of that ice cream, the strawberry one, and the chocolate one. Whenever I got a strawberry one, I always got a chocolate one for my mom.
    I miss those hot summers, staying under the tree, riding bikes and eating ice cream throughout the day.

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