I was still allowed to get a Shirley Temple when we were at a nice restaurant (which was almost never <g>).
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.
They did a great job! I love that they exposed you and your sister to some pretty fancy appetizers as well!
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.
A long time ago, I found a candy bar at the humongous candy store (more like a warehouse) on the west side of Cleveland (B.A Sweetie's) that was a huckleberry nougat coated in chocolate and it was amazing. I've also had huckleberry jam and it also is amazing. I've heard of huckleberry pie (mainly because of an OLD cheer--from my parents' high school years--that starts off with "Strawberry shortcake, huckleberry pie! V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!..."). But this was my first time seeing it in ice cream.
I had a very young cashier who rang up my order. She was looking at the ice cream and I tried a variant of the movie quote "You're my huckleberry" on her...she didn't get it. "Oh, like Huck Finn?". Sure, yeah, that <g>.
