Ice Cream Diaries – 13                                                 November 6, 2004

 

Hello again from Whoville.   I sat down a few weeks ago to dig into a fresh episode and a tasty meat pie when wouldn’t you know it, the Sox made the playoffs.   Like most of you, my life has not been my own since.  And I thought making ice cream in August was exhausting!   Ah, but what a sweet ride it was.    For everyone except my friend Sue from St. Louis.  She actually called me during the fourth inning of game 4 to tell my team of self-proclaimed idiots to play nice and let her team win one.   I was in my favorite local pub, The Brass Cat, and it was louder there then where she was calling from.  Section 97 in Busch Stadium.   I wasn’t about to gloat at that point though.   We hearty Sox fans have been through too much heartache to do any celebrating before every out is counted.   With two outs in the bottom of the ninth, aside from a stress-relieving ‘Here we go Red Sox!’ chant, not a soul was heard to utter anything remotely resembling ‘we’re going to win’.   Now as we try to figure out something to say to replace ‘we’ll get ‘em next year’, and Brigham’s changes the name of their ice cream flavor from ‘Reverse the Curse’ to ‘Curse Reversed’, (like how I brought it back to ice cream there?) we New Englanders can get on with our lives, which to me means picking up the trusty diary.   So here we go…

 

First of all, can you believe it’s November already?   Time flies when you’re breaking curses.   September offered up some fine late summer weather, which helped to soften the anticipated post-Labor Day drop-off.   Sales, although definitely slower than August, were still pretty strong, particularly the ice cream cake side of the business.   Mom’s handmade inventory of colored icing flowers is running low, and now that she’s sitting by the pool in Florida until May, it looks like I’d better get practicing.   My cake decorating skills have definitely improved, but those roses are still intimidating.

 

Some of the best times in this fairly new gig are spent shooting the breeze with the regular customers.   One of my favorite daytime regulars is Jen, along with her two young kids, Jackson and Emma.   They came into the shop recently for their weekly dose of chocolate-covered gummy bears and Fun Dip.   As three year old Jack painted his face blue with Fun Dip, Jen told me the story of how he came home from pre-school the other day all excited because he had just learned his class was going to have Jim.   Why shouldn’t he be excited about that, to him Jim means Fun Dips, vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles, and an endless supply of blue juice bottles.   Poor Mom had to crush his mood by sitting him down and explaining that Jim wasn’t really Jim but Gym.

 

Heard a similar line a few days later.   This guy comes in and as he’s ordering a double Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream cone, he says to me, “I keep telling my wife I’ve been going to the Jim, but I just can’t seem to lose any weight!”

 

Small town story alert.  City people proceed at your own risk…  Dad and I were sitting in Village Pizza one night after a day of scooping and making ice cream.   As we waited for our large pizza with sausage and extra garlic, a guy comes in, grabs a beer while he places his order, and sits down with us to watch the Sox on the small TV sitting on top of the big Coke refrigerator in the corner of the room.   Of course, I know who he is.   We chat with him for a while about the Sox, pizza, and boat rentals on the pond until his order is ready and his beer is finished.  After he leaves, Dad asks, ‘who was that?  One of your customers?’.   Oh him, he’s just my electrician’s friend, the mayor.

 

One of my favorite ‘success stories’ to date happened since my last visit here to the Diaries.   A local school teacher came into the shop and told me about an assignment she gave her students shortly after they returned from their summer break.   She had instructed them to write a brief essay about ‘What I loved to do on my summer vacation’.   She went on to tell me that a theme repeated a number of times in the grade-school kids’ papers was ‘going to Mt. Tom’s Homemade Ice Cream’. and  Did you know they make their own ice cream…    It doesn’t get any better than that.

 

Moving along from little kids to big kids, I’ve accepted the challenge from one of my customers to create a Festivus ice cream flavor.   She hosts an annual Festivus party at her house on December 23rd.  If you’re not a Seinfeld buff, Festivus is an imaginary holiday created in an episode of that show.  It seems there’s a special flavor of ice cream that goes along with this feau-liday.   It was actually made for a short time by Ben and Jerry’s, but I guess it didn’t sell so they quickly shelved it.   With B & J out of the picture, the challenge falls to me to come up with a great batch of ice cream that tastes like gingerbread, brown sugar, ginger, and caramel.   I scored  an invite to the party, which should be a lot of fun, unless of course, I make the ice cream too gingery.  

 

Just got back from a trip to Boston to make some ingredient pickups.   As you might remember, this was always Dad’s assignment, but now that he’s sitting by the pool or walking the seventh fairway, it’s Chelsea, Attleboro, and Taunton here I come.     Dad, I miss you.

 

Speaking of suppliers, I just got back from the annual NEICRA (New England Ice Cream Retailers of America for all you Diaries newbees) ice cream conference.  This year it was held in North Conway, New Hampshire.  Another happy-go-make-ice-cream crowd was in attendance.   The seminars were a little light this year, except of course the one about coloform counts, but I did get to do some great networking.  I had brought along my accumulated pile of questions.    This list is a good example of how far I’ve come on the ice cream learning curve.  Last year’s list of questions included things like ‘what’s a batch freezer?’ and ‘how do you scoop a good cone?’   This year I was hungry to know things like ‘How do I make yellow cake batter ice cream?’ and ‘How do I prevent the butterscotch topping from caramelizing on the ice cream?’   It was cool to be there though, this time with a real business card and a year of experience under my belt.

 

Wow, one year, can you believe it?  Like Dad always said, time does fly when you’re fly fishing or making ice cream.  I’ve survived that crucial first year for a small business owner.  I’m working on a highlight film/episode to commemorate the occasion, so stay tuned for that.   As the cold weather rolls in and I have a little time to reflect on this cool life experience, I’ll be able to savor ‘baby’s first year’, assess what worked and what didn’t, and begin to make plans for an even better 2005 season.   In the meantime, I put together a little top 10 list for you.   I hope you enjoy it…

 http://www.jdi-images.com/ICDTOP10.html

 

Speaking of more small town stories, the past month brought a few local events I’d like to share with you.   First, there was the fire truck parade, celebrating 100 years of Easthampton firefighting.  Cool in a small town way but unremarkable save for a moment when, as I watched the fire chief standing in the middle of the street next to the big hook and ladder truck, he spots a real fire   He looks to the Mt. Tom range in the horizon to see a plume of smoke rising from the trees.   Immediately, he gets on his walky-talky to report the sighting.   It turned out to be just a backyard brush burning or a chimney or something, but I amused myself for a while at the thought of a big fire breaking out right in the middle of the fireman’s parade.

 

The other fun small town event was the annual Rag Shag parade, held a few days before Halloween.   Decked in their Halloween best, all the town’s kids march down the main streets while business owners try to hit them with candy.  As a candy store owner on one of those main streets, it was pretty safe to say that 296 costumed kids would be looking in my direction as they marched down Cottage Street.   Needless to say, I was ready with my 2 ˝ gallon bucket of projectiles.   Eight pounds of wrapped candy from the jars.   All small town foolery aside, it was actually a pretty cool sight. 

 

A few new buddies of mine, Mary and Greg (don’t worry guys, I’ll change your names for the local release of the diaries), invited me along for their annual Halloween pub crawl in Northampton last weekend.   It was a lot of fun and gave me a chance to discover a few new cool watering holes ‘downtown’.   Yes, that’s us at the head of that top 10 list you just read.  I’m the soda jerk on the left.  A stretch I know, but the Jimmies, cherries, can of whipped cream, and ice cream scoop in my pockets gave me enough bad lines to get me through the night, which was nice.   Speaking of my new buddies, Greg, when he’s not out masquerading as a flower, writes the local weblog for Easthampton.   He calls it ‘The New City’.   Check it out.   http://www.masslive.com/easthampton/weblog/     While you’re there, skip to October 12th where the Diaries go local.   I had to edit the archived episodes a bit (e.g. change the names of my neighbors to the cast from Friends), but it was a great plug for the biz.   Thanks Greg, oops I mean Thanks George.

 

So here we are at the end of another episode of the Diaries and still no sign of our buddy Rudy.  Not a lot to report on RBR this month, except to let you know he’s officially ungrounded and trying to get his life back on track.  He had a mild setback shortly after his release when he was caught igniting plumes of fire with a can of hairspray.   This got him back in the penn for a short stint, but he’s a free teen again.   I’ve seen him walk by his favorite Root Beer garden a few times, Goth posse in tow.   Guess he still ‘Ain’t got no money man’.  He must be spending his allowance on black hair dye and fingernail polish.  

 

Well, that ought to do it for me.   Now that the Sox are on the golf course, the election is behind us, and hockey season is underway, no wait they’re on the golf course too, we can all get some sleep again, and I can get to work on some new winter season ideas for the shop.   The pumpkin pie and apple pie ice cream flavors are selling well, and I think my new hot spiced apple topping (thanks for the tip Jane) is just about to take off.   The local cider is a hit, and I just discovered that the Dutch chocolate syrup I use for chocolate milkshakes (or frappes for those East of Easthampton) makes a mean cup of hot chocolate when added to warm milk.   Gotta have that rich cup of HC for our loved and loathed New England winta.   By the way, if you have any cold weather ideas, feel free to send them my way.   Carl the baker (and part-time soup maker) won’t let me do soups yet, maybe next winter.    The warm summer nights in the weeds have faded away for a while, but I feel good that this off-season won’t be nearly as lonely as the first.   Especially if you come visit me.  Hint, hint….   In the meantime, have a great month, enjoy your Turkey, and go Patriots!

 

Your bud,

Jim