Cone or Scoop? An Ice Cream Identity Crisis
I love ice cream! It is one of the hardest things for me to give up when dieting. My favorite flavor is chocolate and I prefer eating an ice cream cone to a scoop in a bowl.

I so much enjoy the whole process involved in eating an ice cream cone-- licking the giant scoop of ice cream that hangs over the cone into a perfect symmetrical ball of ice cream, keeping the sides of the ice cream scoop licked so that it doesn’t melt and drip all over the place, and eating the ice cream filled and slightly soggy cone after the giant scoop of ice cream has been finished. An ice cream cone has a whole child-like feeling to it that a boring scoop of ice cream in a bowl does not have. (I can get a boring scoop of ice cream in a bowl at home!) It’s not just an ice cream cone; it’s an ice cream cone experience.


Children enjoying the ice cream cone experience

Last night I went with a couple friends to Rosemary’s Creamery to get some ice cream.

“A chocolate ice cream cone.” I ordered from the waiter.

“One scoop” He asked.

“Yes.” I answered.

“Plain or sugar cone?” He asked.

“Plain.” I replied.

My friends placed their ice cream orders and the waiter left. I was the only one that had ordered an ice cream cone.

When our order arrived the waiter sat a bowl of chocolate ice cream including a spoon with a plain cone sticking out upside down on top of the scoop of ice cream as if it was an after thought.

What the fuck is this! I thought frowning.

I examined what was supposed to be my chocolate ice cream cone and tried to scoop the ice cream up onto the cone and out of the offending bowl. However, that was not going to work since the ice cream had not been packed into the cone.

“This is not an ice cream cone!” I said disgusted and pouting just like a child would.

This is a boring scoop of ice cream in a bowl that wants to be an ice cream cone, but isn’t. I thought to myself.

“Do you want me to send it back?” My friend asked.

“No. I’ll eat it.” I said disappointed.

I plucked the dry afterthought cone off the top of the scoop of ice cream and sat it on the table and ate my scoop of chocolate ice cream with a spoon, pouting.

My friends laughed at me while eating their own ice cream creations.

Spoonful after spoonful of yummy chocolate ice cream did nothing to ease my disappointment over my ice cream cone experience being ruined.

“He doesn’t know the concept of an ice cream cone!” I reiterated referring to our waiter.

I looked up at my friend whose eyes were bulging and whose mouth had formed a shocked ‘O’.

“He’s standing right behind me isn’t he?” I whispered.

My friend shook his head in confirmation.

“Were you ready for your check?” The waiter asked leaving the check on the table.

We all burst into laughter the minute he walked away…

I think I’ll stick to Dewar’s they at least know what a chocolate ice cream cone is.  posted by Matildakay at 3:16 PM