The ice cream gang

Mom and I recently started revisiting a place of great childhood joy for me, this summer.

The name: Big Burger

The target: The Zebra Cone

Since it's been so hot out, ice cream always sounds good. And what better place to go to other than Big Burger?

When I was younger, Mom would take me and the rest of my siblings swimming at the Sherwood pool. After hours of swimming and feeling tired yet content, we would all pile into the station wagon, and Mom would say, "I think it's a Big Burger day." We all knew what that meant....zebras! Now, not every time we went swimming did this phenomena occur so it was always very special to be surprised by ice cream.

What is a zebra cone you ask?

It is a chocolate and vanilla swirled cone and Big Burger has truly some of the best of this variety I've tasted.

I told Mom driving home the other day that it would be a sad sad day if Big Burger ever closes their doors.

The last couple of times Mom and I have made our ice cream runs, I've decided to take Abe along because he would be attached to my hip if that were possible.

We ended up getting him some vanilla ice cream in a cup and to watch him eat makes you picture him as a wolf in a pack eating as fast as he can. He's ruthless. I take the ice cream away every now and again so he doesn't get brain freeze but he is so very passionate about eating his ice cream. Inevitability, he burps and gets a happy, sleepy look on his face, and all is well in his world.

Mom, Abe, and I all treasure our time together and will continue building happy, ice cream memories.