Eureka! Split scoops are available on a sugar cone!
For the ice cream novice, a split scoop means you avoid the agony of decision when you really, really want two flavours but only want a single scoop's worth of ice cream.
For some unknown reason made up on my own pea brain, I always thought this option only was served in a cup. And - no offense to The Best Hisband Ever and Delightful Daughter - what is the point of ice cream in a cup? There's no dripping that you must hastily - and tastily! - amend, no satisfying crunches, no perfect miniature cone at the very end that you eat in one bite....Especially when Sweet Peaks has the most delicious, pointy sugar cones? (They also offer the soft-serve style cone, which takes me back to my Baba's house where ice cream always tasted better served in a flat-bottom cone.)
Featured flavours are Chocolate Sorbet (dark chocolate with a subtle undertone of coconut) and Strawberry Rhubarb Jam (with homemade jam - I'm not making this up!).
(Notice the big bite marks:
"My, what lovely teeth you have, my dear!"
"The better to eat you with!!"
Munch munch munch!)
"If you really look closely, most overnight successes took a long time."
"As we get older, we demand stories that go somewhere. ...Storytelling isn’t an Escher staircase."
Local wisdom warns that it's not safe, weather-wise, to set out bedding plants before Memorial Day, but these Gerbera daisies made it through last week's snow and have peeked up rather nicely.
"...Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind..."
Read the rest of this tasty poem here.
"There is no rushing a river.
When you go there, you go at the pace of the water
and that pace ties you into a flow that is
older than life on this planet.
Acceptance of that pace, even for a day,
changes us, reminds us of other rhythms beyond
the sound of our own heartbeats."
"...Meanwhile the sun and the
clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese,
high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things." - from Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
