Isaac the Ice-Cream Truck by Scott Santoro

While I drift away in my ice cream reverie, taste this sampler of ice cream picture books. hunyadizsuzskaĭid you know that more ice cream is sold on Sunday than on any other day of the week? In Hawai’i, there was no such thing as eating ice cream mostly during the summer - it was a year-round treat we milked to the hilt: Dilly Bars from Dairy Queen, strawberry sundae ice cream cups at birthday parties, Creamsicles from the local sweet shop, small scoops of vanilla with shave ice, and of course all those other favorites we begged our mom for at the grocery store: Milk Nickel, Drumsticks, Fudgsicles, and don’t let me forget ice cream sandwiches! *licks lips*

The best thing about ice cream is that no matter how old you get, with those first few licks you’re a child again, and all the same rules apply - lick around the edge of your scoop so it doesn’t drip, don’t take too big a bite or you’ll get brain freeze, don’t lick too hard or your ice cream might fall off, and never bite the tip of your cone when there’s ice cream still in it.

I’ll take one of each, please, and while you’re at it, I wouldn’t mind a scoop or two of cherry amaretto, chocolate fudge brownie, spumoni, mint chocolate chip, and pralines and cream. They say vanilla is America’s favorite flavor, followed by chocolate.

Jingle, jingle! The ice cream cart is here.

Isaac the Ice-Cream Truck by Scott Santoro