I was returning from a visit with my daughter and faced a two hour drive before I would get home. Now when you are in a car alone for two hours straight your mind has a bit of time to wander and it seems mine always wanders towards food. I pass a butcher shop and decide to stop and see if there is anything different I might enjoy for dinner. Although the selections of meat looked fresh and delicious the only thing in the whole store that pinged my refined palate were frozen oysters on the half shell. My mind skips to the poor businesses on the Gulf that are suffering from the BP oil spill and I wonder if there will even be any oysters available next year. I decide to wait on the oysters because I am still too far from home to purchase a frozen product but make a mental note of this nice shop for my next trip to Wisconsin. I leave the store empty handed and head home but now I am hungry for something? It was a very warm day and I remembered there was a sign I always passed in one of the small country towns for homemade ice cream. That sounded really good and I geared my taste buds up for a delicious cone. I had introduced my grand daughter to ice cream cones on this visit and the image of her method of eating it makes me smile. Entering the town I turned the corner to find the ice cream shop. It was out of business. Darn this economy! We are in a deep recession and this is hard for any small business. I felt bad for them but now really wanted some ice cream. As I drove my eyes searched the landscape for another ice cream shop...not soft serve...real ice cream. Then I saw a sign for hand dipped cones at a new shop specializing in Chicago style hot dogs. I love Chicago style hot dogs. But I came for ice cream and made a mental note to try the hot dogs on my next trip. My eyes surveyed the awesome selections and I decided on a rich dark cherry cone. It was all I had hoped for and took me gently the rest of the way home delighting in it's creamy confection.
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