I need to get out more to reconnoitre this lovely city because you know what? The ice cream store is gone! Vamoosed! Emptied! Skedaddled! As in not there anymore. Gone, baby, gone.When did that happen? Was anyone watching? Clearly, I wasn't.
Now I do know that it wasn't Baskin & Robbins for a long time. It morphed into something else, like a soda shop with dozens of candy jars. I like ice cream and candy a lot, so this struck me as a sound business plan.
Prior to that, like every other red-blooded inept baker mother, I bought tons of cookie clowns, birthday cakes and ice cream pies for years. (This is obvious to the naked and not-so-naked eye.)
Our family spent many a summer's night in and outside that store. It's where daughter No. 1 eyed her sister's mint chip cone and asked if she could have a lick. Contemplating the request a beat longer than was necessary, daughter No. 2 shrugged, leaned in and licked her sister's arm.
In this life, sometimes you get what you ask for.
As for me, I'm hoping for another ice cream store.