When I was 17 …

Don’t worry, I’m not about to break into song. You have no idea what I’m talking about, doice-cream you? Frank Sinatra? “It Was A Very Good Year?”  I think it was specially written for him. Well the first line is, “When I was 17 …”

Never mind.

When I was 17 my parents sent me on one of those teen tours. For six weeks we traveled throughout Canada, the U.S. and down into
Mexico. I loved every minute.

I only mention it because this past weekend I was reminded of our stay in San Francisco, which happens to be one of my favourite cities. But it wasn’t the city I was remembering. It was the ice cream.

There was a Blum’s right near our hotel. I can still see the look of horror on the servers’ faces as 33 tired and over-heated teenage girls looking for a sugar fix descended upon them, like a swarm of locusts. It was hard to decide, given all the choices but the sundae I finally settled on was a Coffee-esta (although I don’t think that’s how it was spelled.)

Don’t want to tell you how how long ago I was 17, no wonder some of the details are gone.

Anyway it was — and remains to this day — the best ice cream I’ve ever had. Two scoops of espresso ice cream, the obligatory chocolate sauce (but home made), whipped cream (real), chopped nuts and a cherry — but — there was also some butterscotch sauce (again home made) and, in the ice cream, there were small bite-sized chunks of coffee-flavored honeycomb candy and bits of coffee beans.

OMG. I can still taste it.

We were in San Francisco for three days and we went to Blum’s every one of them. Several years later I was there with my parents and I took them. The Coffee-esta was still delicious.

Alas, neither Blum’s or the Coffee-esta sundae are still around.

So why this trip down memory lane? Because this past weekend we had the most glorious weather here in Toronto. It was up in the mid 50s. Highly unusual for this time of year and as lovely as it was, it’s not a good thing. No doubt it’s climate change which, as we know, too many politicians think is a hoax.

But regardless, there I was, enjoying the balmy temperature. And suddenly I got this craving for ice cream. At which point I thought of … yeah, you guessed it. Blum’s.

Then I thought, “spring fever has kicked in.


“Spring fever,” according to Wikipedia, “refers to an increase in energy, vitality and particularly sexual appetite, as well as a feeling of restlessness, associated with end of winter.”

Nope, it was none of the above. I guess I just wanted some ice cream. With an incredible show of willpower, I resisted the urge.

“Yes,” I do regret it. For what it’s worth, I still want a damn ice cream.




15 thoughts on “When I was 17 …

  1. I scream, you scream we all scream for ice cream – ever farther back than Ol’ Blue eyes – lets not get into the the age thing. Sure its only a number. Dream of Venice, gondolas and cones instead.

  2. First we need to fix Wikipedia because that’s not my definition of spring fever. I’m with you. I had my first hot fudge sundae this past weekend. We were amazingly close to 70 degrees which is rare for southeastern PA in February. Sure, there’s no global warming. It’s a hoax created by tree huggers.

  3. That first ice cream when the season changes is the best. It signals the end of the cold, dark winter and the beginning of long sunny days. My favorite is Carvel’s soft chocolate ice cream in a wafer cone. Now you have me salivating.

    • Yeah, I should have had that ice cream. It’s supposed to be unseasonably warm again tomorrow. I just may have to indulge. I seem to go through phases. Years ago it was Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia. Then I went through a mint chocolate chip phase. Now I don’t have a favourite — at least not yet. Something to look forward to 🙂

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