Daiquiri Ice

I’ve never loved ice cream. I know— it’s strange. When I eat it, every so often, I mainly just think, “cold”. And sometimes I also think, “Ouch” because it hurts my teeth. So it may surprise you to learn that I used to love going to Baskin Robbins when I was a kid. It became a tradition to go there after every ballet recital, as a special treat. And the reason I loved going there was because of the colors. Ice cream is cold, yes. But it’s also colorful and pretty! You can’t really go to an ice cream store and just stare at the ice cream. They kind of expect you to buy something eventually. So as a kid, this posed a peculiar problem. I definitely wanted to go to Baskin Robbins, but I did not actually want any ice cream. What to do? 

Well, there was this one flavor (I hope it’s still around) called Daiquiri Ice. It was the most beautiful color! Pale, icy bluish green. I fell in love with that color when I saw it. The first time I ate it I mainly thought, “Cold”, as usual. But the color was so utterly, fantastically out of this world that I ate every bite. And every time we went to Baskin Robbins I only ever ordered that flavor. Over time I loved the taste because I associated it with the color. I think I could have eaten the whole tub of it. When we moved to a new house and my mom asked me what color I’d like to have my room painted, I said, “The color of Daiquiri Ice”. And when I got a ballet bag for Christmas and we took it to an artist to draw something on it, the artist said, “What would you like me to draw on your ballet bag?” I said, “I would like an ice cream cone with Daiquiri Ice in it.” As often as possible I wore that color (or as close to it  as I could find, since I think that exact color is hard to achieve without being actually made of ice). And I remember thinking—when I get married, I want my dress to be exactly… you guessed it—the color of Daiquiri Ice.  

Unfortunately I haven’t had a taste of that gorgeous ice cream in years because Baskin Robbins moved out of our area a long time ago. Maybe too many people were just coming there to look at the colors. And my wedding dress was white, like most of them are. Although mine had different colored flowers on it. And I know this is changing the subject entirely at the very end of my blog post, but I have to tell you, my wedding dress with the multicolored flowers was stolen not long before my wedding day. Can you believe that? It’s a crazy story. I’ll share it with you next week. 

~Amy