I love Pop-Ice. You know, those plastic tubes filled with flavored goodness, which are frozen, and eaten right out of the tube? My favorite flavors are pink and blue. I know, those are colors, not flavors, but really I don’t think they contain any natural flavors at all. I could say my favorite flavor is bimethylhexaflorimine, but really, isn’t it better to say I like pink and blue? I thought so.
The problem is that I LOVE Pop-Ice. I eat them all summer. I eat many of them at a sitting, and I go back for more. I ate 13 in one sitting today. Yeah, I know, that’s sad.
I think my love for Pop-Ice stems from my youth. When I was little, we lived in the inner city of Detroit. It was the ghetto. The ice cream truck didn’t come to our neighborhood, both because it was scary where I lived, and because none of us could afford anything anyway! So we would scour the alleys for pop bottles. See, in Michigan, we have a 10¢ deposit on our pop cans. (Or soda cans, or coke cans, depending on where you hail from) Not coincidently, Pop-Ice at the corner store cost exactly 10¢. They were the BIG ones too. It was the highlight of the summer, really. The only thing better is when the teenagers would wrench the fire hydrants open and we’d play in the flooded streets — but that’s another story altogether!
What are your favorite summer memories from childhood? Do you like Pop-Ice? If not, can I have yours? 🙂