Top Of The Milk
Apr. 17th, 2005 03:45 pmAn ice cream van just went down the road with its chimes playing a song I remember from my 1950s childhood and which I can't think I've heard since. The chorus goes something like this.
You, me and us;
We are my favourite people
we both go together like peaches and cream
And bells and a church and a steeple.
Ghastly.
Is it a Doris Day number?
Ice cream vans never play anything up to date. I guess it's a copyright thing.
But now I can taste the tinned peach slices in syrup, with cream from the top of the milk bottle, which my mother used to give us for dessert.
"What's for pudding, mumma?"
"Peaches with top of the milk."
"Oooh- super!"
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Date: 2005-04-17 04:41 pm (UTC)We have an ice cream truck that passes through my current neighborhood in summer. It, too, plays The Entertainer but the thing must travel very fast because there's frequently a doppler effect to the music which makes it all creepy and Stephen King-ish, so I never step out for anything.
Also, I can't stand wooden sticks in popsicles. Nor could I abide those wooden spoons in those old cups of ice cream one used to be able to get. The texture. *shudder*
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Date: 2005-04-18 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-18 09:26 am (UTC)also, about the wooden stick phobia... my boyfriend erik absolutely abhors the idea of wooden anything in his mouth, he won't eat popsicles and we've had the discussion about those little wooden paddle things that used to come with ice cream cups. he won't even use pencils for fear that he'll absentmindedly start chewing on one.
i really thought that this was unique to him. i'll tell him he's not the only one!
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Date: 2005-04-18 12:21 pm (UTC)