My parents often had cocktail hour on late Sunday afternoons before dinner. Mom had a whiskey sour, dad had a Manhattan or Rob Roy and my sister and I got Shirley Temples (with an extra maraschino cherry). There were always appetizers of some sort and when I was 4, there was no appetizer that I wouldn’t try. Cheese and crackers, pickled herring, chopped liver. I’d eat it. This cocktail hour ritual took place in the living room on a kidney-shaped mahogany coffee table. I wish I had kept that table. Once I was a working adult, I realized this ritual was a bit of a prelude to Dad going back to work on Monday. Looking back, I think my parents raised two pretty sophisticated good drinkers.
Your ice cream sounds good. I don’t think I’ve ever had huckleberries or huckleberry anything. I love ever berry I have eaten and I love fruit ice cream, fruit on ice cream and fruit sorbet so I’m betting I’d like that huckleberry ice cream.
Last week, a local grocery store had Tillamook ice cream on sale. I was only vaguely aware of the brand before now but Sis raves about their ice cream...anyways, I picked up a carton of their Mountain Huckleberry flavor and Oh. M. Gee. It is amazing. The tartness of the ripple of huckleberry running through the ice cream is nicely offset by the sweet, creamy vanilla. It's all I can do to eat only a scoop or two at a time; I really want to just sit down and polish off the entire half gallon in one sitting <g>. I also have 7-Up's new Shirley Temple flavor (which is surprisingly less sweet than I was expecting) and have made several floats using it and the huckleberry ice cream. Delicious!
