my wildest dreams.
when i woke up this morning to the darkness and rain, i had no idea it would be the day that one of my wildest dreams would come true. but it did. oh, it did indeed.i started to write a post earlier today regarding tonya's response to not knowing there were no more pudding pops. i was going to tell the story about the day in college that i discovered they no longer existed. about the petition i started that eventually contained hundreds of names. about how people were surprised they couldn't buy them anymore. about how i realized that awareness was the key, as it is with yard crime (this is a dreadful topic to look forward to, as we are coming in to the season for it. be patient.). people needed to know that they could no longer snack on that creamy mix of chocolate and vanilla, so that action could happen. unfortunately, the semester got busy and the movement petered out. i'm not sure what made me think of them that day that i posted, but i did. in writing this post, i had wanted to give the history of pudding pops, more specifically the year they stopped making them. so i googled pudding pops and found a site that proclaimed them to be new! no. it couldn't be. it's a cruel trick. i clicked on locations and found three cub foods in the area that carry them. i had to call the closest one to confirm that they were indeed there. yes, said the annoyed sales boy, they are. i found a fellow fan and we drove to brooklyn park at lunch.
and friends, as i write, i am enjoying the creamy vanilla of a pudding pop.
i know. it's hard to believe. but i'm typing with one hand.
i am brought back to my grandmother's kitchen on a warm summer day. i am loving the layer of ice that comes free with every delectable treat. i am licking the stick. i am wishing i weren't.
friends, i hereby declare this heaven on a stick.
posted by julie @ 2:35 PM
4 Comments:
you are fantastic! I adore your blog.
and I so remember the layer of ice. pete's at cub right now. Where's the phone!?
pudding pops . . . I use to make those . . . you are way too young!
Either I'm too young to know, or I had a much more deprived childhood than I had thought. What, dear friends, is this thing you call a pudding pop?
oh, erin. they're this incredible frozen treat... creamy-on-a-stick. it's frozen pudding. you come see me at work and i'll hook you up.
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