Not the band
Dog-sitting in the “nice” part of town, I found my car rifled through overnight. I mentally swatted my knuckles for not locking the car doors, but in reality, I hoped the perpetrator(s) would have just taken every piece of junk I cart around in my aging sedan.
They even took a Rice Kripsie Treat saved from a camping trip last fall that I kept in my glove compartment.
A Rice Krispie Treat I kept there in case I would find myself stranded this past winter—caught in a some snowy gulch like that fella from Misery.
That option gone, I was still craving something sweet and headed over to the Hyde Park Kroger, only to find my favorite flavor of ice cream, ever.
Maybe I love it so much because it is so hard to find.
No, I’m not talking about the yellowy banana flavoring found in Steak and Shake shakes. Or that Ben & Jerry’s variety with chunks of chocolate and nuts begging for attention.
I’m talking plain banana.
And not only did I find a pint, but I found that it is locally made by Aglamesis Brothers with simple ingredients. It is fantastic.
They have a parlor in Oakley Square I must have driven past hundreds of times and never noticed. I’m making a point to stop by sometime this summer.