Posted by Dory @ Lucky Dorito on Monday, January 18th, 2010
Every time I am using an ice cream scoop, I think of my Granny.
My Dad and Granny, August 2001
When we were young, she lived about an hour away from us and I’d sometimes go spend a week with her during our summer break from school. She lived in a very rural area and they spoke a little bit “countrier” than we did. (And I use the words “little bit” very loosely here.) When I’d get back home, my mom would get annoyed listening to me speak – with the very pronounced country twang I’d bring home with me. I never heard it then (boy, I sure do now though!) and couldn’t understand what my mom was fussing about. Sometimes Granny would come visit us for a week here and there too.
On one of those visits, she was in the kitchen while one of my sisters (I don’t remember which sister) was getting out the ice cream to get a snack. My sister said, “Granny, would you like some ice cream?”
Granny said, “Sure, I’d love some.”
You know how sometimes the ice cream is frozen almost rock solid inside the container? Well, evidently it was like that because as my sister used all her might to scoop out some, all of a sudden it sunk into the ice cream and somehow, in some freak accident – a big scoopful flew out of the container and across the room, landing on the counter right in front of Granny.
She looked down at it and said, just as calm as could be, “Well now…. I would’ve preferred it in a bowl!”