Friday, September 6, 2019
What's sweeter than a cherry ice at summer's end? The sun's still hot, but days are shortening, as summer dips into the fall. And coming home from the train, there on the block, is the ice cart. The luck of it! To buy an ice for a couple of bucks, and take it only steps away, and sit to eat it on the sidewalk by your door. To spoon it in its concentrated cold before it melts, with movements both rapid and precise. By the end of it all your mouth's stained red. The ice is gone and you're the cherry flavor now.
Truth be told, the carts are easy enough to find, and stick around well beyond summer, or even fall. I've eaten cherry ices in Detective Joseph Mayrose Park in winter, when the weather turned mild enough. It's pretty great to eat a cherry ice outside round Christmas. If you don't think about it too much. But the ones in September are the best, so loaded with sentiment, what with the year turning and another birthday gone, and everything speeding up beyond control. Eat them as slowly as you can. But hurry.