Popsicle Surprise.
I had no idea what desert was. I had no context to even compare sugar to sugarfree. I wasn't allowed to know that forbiden
fruit. Normal fruit was o.k. though.
I distinctly remember summer time in West Philadelphia. Kids out on bigwheels, bikes, stoopball
and sometimes when someone felt criminally ambitions the firehydrant would be opened. From a distance
time would begin to stand still. You could hear it a couple of blocks away... the ice cream truck is coming!
I knew we were on the side of being poorish. I thought that was the reason why my mom distracted me during
those moments. Who had the money for a $2.00 popsicle anyway? Especially when mom had the special ones
in the freezer. Those special green ones. Those special fiberous ones. Yes they had some sort of frozen "popsicle"
appearance but even then I knew something was up, I was not having quite the same delicious experience as the other kids.
I was eating frozen string beans for desert! This is where is gets very George Orwell, 1984. I was convinced that I was
eating a popsicle when really it was just a frozen string bean. I had no idea that in the secular world of sugary chemicals that the color green would taste like lime or fake lime or gatorade lime. Just like the novel 1984, "how many lights are there?", answer: popsicle string beans.
About Me
- Aaron Wexler
- Brooklyn, New York, United States
- How do you make a baby elephant float? ... put it in rootbeer.
1 comment:
Aaron that's hilarious!
Were you 2 when you were stuffing your pants with the goods?
I give props to your mom though. It's hard not to give crap to your kids when it's all around and now cheaper than air itself. We manage but a few days ago I promised Galliano a cookie if he would actually go to the potty for the biz. As a vegetarian we give him tofu nuggets which he loves but because Lynne is not vegetarian he also eats chicken, no complain on my part though.
The ice cream truck in our neighborhood is a double whammy. They sell ice cream and other kind of drugs. They spend a good 45 minutes parked in the middle of the street with the Mr. Softy Soundsytem crew. Right around the time we put Gali to bed. Needless to say we don't get ice cream from Softy dude.
You gotta post some pictures of when you were little then.
Cheers...
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