Ice Cream Outside

I realize we’re on the verge of winter and ice cream may not be the treat on everyone’s mind. Still, this is an amazing memory I have about watching someone make ice cream through a window and I think it fits the prompt nicely.

Tel us about the experience of being outside, looking in — however you’d like to interpret that.

Prompt: The Outsiders | The Daily Post

Swensen’s ice cream shop was down the street from my house when I was growing up. It was sort of like a Farrell’s or other fancy ice cream parlor you may have heard of. One day I rode my bike down to “the stores” as we called them. Swensen’s was in a strip mall with all sorts of stores including a video game arcade. There was a giant window showcasing the ice cream maker at Swensen’s. He would pour the sugar, milk, and other items into the mixer and stir it with a big silver whisk.

As I watched him this particular day, you could tell he noticed me. He made the ice cream just like a teacher models a lesson, moving to the side unnaturally so I wouldn’t miss pouring a bag. He regarded me that way but never made eye contact. Finally when a batch was ready for the freezer, he appeared outside the front door next to the window. He offered me a small sample cup with a spoon. He was outside with me now. To a kid, getting ice cream for free was something worthy of … well, worthy of blogging about decades later.

Author: Damien Riley

I'm an online diarist, blog film critic, & podcaster. My views on films and life are often 'left of center' on, but I have respect for other viewpoints. I married my high-desert princess (now my queen). We have 3 children.