My 10-month-old granddaughter, Kori, has learned that she likes adult food better than her baby food.
She has also learned that anything that Papa is eating is better than her strained peas and ugly green stuff in that little jar. She's a smart little girl.
I had just sat down to eat a little bowl of "no sugar added" vanilla ice cream with a little bit of chocolate syrup on it, when Kori saw that I had something to eat. She raced across the living room floor, crawling at warp speed, and pulled herself up to stand by my recliner with that hopeful, pleading look in her little eyes. She grunted "uhhh, uhhh," which I know means "I want some too!"
So, wonderful grandfather that I am, I gave her a little spoon of ice cream.
Eureka! The bells went off in her little head, and her big brown eyes got bigger and browner, and she had a look of amazement on her face. And she wanted more ...and more ... and more.
Before I knew it, she was sitting in my lap, and eating all my ice cream. She had discovered the "most awesome food ever!"
She would take a little bite and then lean over to kiss me. She was thanking me for turning her on to the wonderland world of ice cream.
My wife sat across the room on her sofa with her big beautiful smile watching all this. I know that she was thinking that her granddaughter was just like her. Lynn is an ice cream lover, too. In fact, most days she has ice cream after lunch and supper both. It's her ritual.
I have always enjoyed a little bit of ice cream too. I come from a long line of ice cream lovers.
When I was little, Dad would load us up in the car and we would go down to Valley Dairy or Grand Forks Creamery to get an ice cream cone.
With cones in hand we would then go for a ride through town or sometimes we would head down some country roads and look at the dairy cows grazing in the pastures. If only those cows knew how much we appreciated their contribution to our ice cream treats.
Back then, my favorite flavor of ice cream was butter brickle. My brother, Paul, would always get chocolate, and my sister, Cindi, would get strawberry. Mom and Dad would switch it up.
I loved those trips down to the dairy and our rides together as a family, almost as much as I liked ice cream.
When Lynn and I first moved here to Bedford County, we built a house outside of Bell Buckle. We found a wonderful spot in downtown Bell Buckle that sold ice cream, cones or shakes, and it became a regular stop for me to take the kids on a Saturday afternoon. Lynn had worked the night before at the hospital, so she was sleeping while the kids and I explored Bedford County.
We found Blue Bird Antiques, which has a nice little ice cream parlor right there in the midst of all things old.
The kids and I would get our cones and shakes and we would travel up and down the winding roads in the country around Bell Buckle.
As the boys got older, it would just be my daughter and me on those trips to Blue Bird. We would enjoy our time together eating ice cream.
I look forward to the day when I can take Kori out there too. We'll get us some ice cream and go look for some cows to thank!
-- Doug Dezotell is the pastor of Mt. Lebanon UMC and Cannon UMC. He is a former staff writer for the Times-Gazette, and he is a husband, a father, a grandfather, and a friend to many. He can be contacted at email@example.com