Sunday Stealing

More of those 200 Questions

1. What takes up too much of your time? This. I spend way too much time online.

2. What do you wish you knew more about? Oh, so many things! Right now, I'd like to better understand my musculature and how I can overcome the issues with my back, shoulder and knee.

3. What’s the best way to start the day? Cuddling a cat.

4. What mystery do you wish you knew the answer to? What/how do my cats think?

5. What’s your favorite genre of book or movie? Depends on my mood.

6. What’s the farthest you’ve ever been from home? Either Paris or Honolulu. They're both about 4,000 miles away.

7. Where is the most interesting place you’ve been? I love Springfield, IL. It's where Mr. Lincoln went from country lawyer to President. It's such a privilege to walk where he walked.

8. When was the last time you climbed a tree for fun? Junior high. My grandpa's apple tree.

9. What do you consider to be your best find? Hmmm ... I'll go with my cats again for this one. I found them in shelter and they have enriched my life immeasurably.

10. What’s special about the place where you grew up? I really wasn't crazy about the place I grew up. No diversity, no imagination. The best thing I can say about it that it's a 30-minute train ride from Chicago.

11. What age do you wish you could permanently be? 35. I felt womanly, powerful, and sexy.

12. What fictional place would you most like to go? Nero Wolfe's brownstone. Mr. Wolfe is the hero of Rex Stout's mystery series, and I have a mad crush on the series narrator, Archie Goodwin, who lives in the brownstone.

13. Where is the most relaxing place you’ve ever been? Good goobies, it's hard to choose between the spas I've visited! I suppose I give the edge to the spa of Colonial Williamsburg.

The charming walk to my happy place

14. What’s the most interesting piece of art you’ve seen? I enjoy the work of Thomas McKnight.

15. Who has impressed you the most with what they have accomplished? Right now, I'll name my friend Joanna. She's suffered financial and professional setbacks over the past few years and, as she turns 70 this month, it would be easy for her to feel beaten down. But she doesn't give up. She's working on proposals and she's networking and she's focused on resurrecting the consulting business she's built.

The Girls Are Fighting Again

Melanie and Scarlett are once again doing battle for my soul. Whenever what I just naturally -- and often quite passionately -- want to do is at odds with what I know I should do, I conjure up the redoubtable heroines of Gone with the Wind. Scarlett is impulsive, willful, and most of all, a realist. Melanie is above all decent. She sees the best in everyone and wants those in her sphere to be happy and comfortable.

I always want to be Melanie. But at heart I am more Scarlett.

No one stirs up this conflict more than my oldest friend. We've been friends since Kindergarten. I love her to the moon and back. But she's bipolar. This condition first presented itself about 17-20 years ago, when we were in our late 40s. She began unraveling, but in small ways, as it became obvious that her relationship with a kind, well-meaning man was not going to result in marriage. I regret that I didn't truly understand what I was seeing at this time. Perhaps I could helped. But, in my own defense, she was seeing a shrink. 

Sure, she was smoking again, gaining weight and running up her credit cards. But she also had a good and secure job, managing the practice of pediatric cardiologist in the burbs, and she had her home: a 3BR ranch on a decent-sized lot.  When her love affair finally ended because she kept pushing for matrimony, she spun out. 

She had to move to Southern California. NOW. Chicagoland was too flat and winters were too cold and dark. (Um ... you've lived here 50 years and you're just noticing that NOW? Oh, shut up. Scarlett.) She quit the job for the doctor who appreciated her and sold that house in a short sale for less than $100 (!) and took off for Beverly Hills.

Now of course I told her at the time that this was not a wise course. Yes, Chicago's housing market was depressed in the 2010s and that, combined with a refinance, left her with little equity in her home. But it was still 3 bedrooms and 1.5 baths with a yard and a garage. There's always value to that. It was obviously only a matter of time before it would be worth more again. Why not wait two years? Put a little money aside, build equity. But she was in the grips of mania. She had to get out of Chicago. NOW.

Fast forward to 2024. She's unemployed and subsisting on Medicare and Medicaid. Her landlady is trying to evict her, and she can't find alternative Section 8 housing. She's diabetic and suffering from a chronic kidney condition. She can't walk without a cane.

Her daughter, now back here in the Midwest to visit her father's family, drove past her childhood home and snapped a photo, which she shared with her mom.

"Oh, Gal! I fucked up!" So read the text I got from Friday. She now understands that the house she walked away from 15 years ago for less than $100 is now worth (gulp) at least $275,000.* Not the news she needs to lift her spirits when she's consulting a public aid lawyer to keep her rental roof over her head.

Here's what I posted about her life in California in real time, back in 2010.

I was right. I have always been right. She should have listened to me.

The Scarlett in me really, really wants to say all that. I want to ask why the fuck she didn't listen to a single syllable I had to say. Does she think I'm stupid? Or did my wise counsel just not fit into her harebrained scheme of the moment? I want to hear her tell me I was right.

I know what Melly would do. Melanie would tell her that she did what she thought was best at the time and why look back.

I'm not quite full-metal Melly yet. I ignored the text.

Instead I sent her an atta-girl postcard. On the back I wrote, "This isn't a defeat, it's a detour. Keep phoning and emailing in search of a new home. Something good will come your way. Love, Gal."

That's the best I can do. 

*That may be an unfair comparison. If she had waited a year or two, as I'd counseled, she could have sold it for about $180,000 and likely took off for California with $30,000 in profit. 

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Minute by Minute (1979)

Unfamiliar with this week's song? Hear it here.

1) It's easier to keep track of the minutes if your timepiece has a second hand. As you answer these questions, are you wearing a watch or can you see a clock that has a second hand? Yes. I'm in the bedroom and the alarm clocks on my nightstand each have a second hand. (Yes, I have two alarm clocks. I like to make sure I get up on time.)

2) In this song, Michael McDonald admits he knows his girl has lied to him. Do you suspect any one of your friends/family has fibbed to you recently? Nope.

3) McDonald's big break came in 1973 when he joined Steely Dan's touring band. What do you consider your first professional success? In 1981, I was plucked from the Sears Corporate secretarial pool and promoted to catalog copywriter. And my world changed.

4) In 1975 he joined The Doobie Brothers. He was originally supposed to be a temporary replacement for Tom Johnston, but he ended up working with the band uninterrupted for seven years. Tell us about something that's happened to you that turned out better than you anticipated. I went to a wedding Saturday night. I hadn't been looking forward to it, but I had a nice time, after all.

5) In 1986 he guest starred on an episode of The Young and The Restless. Have you ever been hooked on a daytime drama? I was enthralled by the high school romances of Tara Martin and Phil Brent and Chuck Tyler and, of course, Erica Kane.

6) Michael and wife Amy raised their family near Nashville, where they had their own pond and a garden they lovingly tended. Do you enjoy yard work? I have no yard.

7) In 1979, when "Minute by Minute" was popular, movie star John Wayne died. In 2004, the US Postal Service honored him with a stamp. What was in the last envelope you stamped and dropped in a mailbox? The premium for my life insurance policy. It must be paid by check; there's no online payment option.

8) In 1979, the most popular new car was the Oldsmobile Cutlass. Ads promised drivers the Cutlass could make it easy to get in and out of tight parking spots. Are you good at parallel parking? No. I suck.

9) Random question: Did you know your great-grandparents? I knew my maternal great grandmother. She was called "Bunna" because when my mom was a baby she couldn't pronounce "Grandma." We visited Bunna in the old people's home once/year. I remember she used a cane and always wore floral dresses and gym shoes. I think our visits were limited because my dad didn't like Bunna, or maybe the home freaked him out. There was a weird vibe there but nobody talked about it. Anyway, my mom talked to Bunna on the phone regularly and was very sad when she died. I was 9 or 10.

 

The TMI post

I didn't expect this to be stressful. The test required me to collect a day of urine in a big jug, then shake it up and fill a test tube. The lab provided me with a prepaid FedEx package. I was given a number to call for pick up. Easy-peasy, right? 

Well, no. Since the lab is reviewing not only the content of my output but the amount, I had to choose 24 hours when I would be certain to be home so I could add to the jug every time I went to the bathroom. So that took a little planning. Then there's the fact that I'm a woman, so my kit had a little something extra in it: a "collection device" to slip between the toilet seats. However, it didn't fit securely so I had to place it and remove it every time. My cat, Roy Hobbs, was confused and fascinated by this "collection device." I wiped it out as well as I could but I wouldn't be surprised if a cat hair made its way into the jug, too. I hope it doesn't spoil the sample. I don't want to do this again.

Then there was FedEx. I called Wednesday AM, the day I was doing the collecting, and scheduled a pick up for Thursday morning. I explained that it contained a test tube I was returning to a lab, so timing was important and I couldn't leave it downstairs in the lobby of my building; the driver would have to ring the bell. Unfortunately, the customer service rep seemed more amused by my last name -- which he'd never heard before! -- than interested in the details of my order. Because he didn't fill me with confidence, I read and reread the number he gave me back to him, to make sure everything was in order.

Since I had a bad feeling, I called at 7:30 Thursday morning, just to confirm the package would be picked up between 9 and 5. Again, timing is important. Guess what: somehow it had been cancelled. (I knew he was a dipshit.)

What the fuck! This sample is time-sensitive. The kit clearly states: "Any sample received after 96 hours from the start time will be rejected."

I worked with a super-helpful woman named Desiree who rescheduled me. For between "now and 1:00." Of course this meant I couldn't even take a shower or take that icky jug and "containment device" out to the dumpster until FedEx arrived because I had to be nearby to respond to the doorbell. Naturally, he came at 12:40. 

I admit it: I was a wreck. I tried to distract myself from worry that FedEx wouldn't come through. I worked on my GOTV postcards. I cleaned the bathtub. But mostly I worried. 

After I handed it off, I couldn't wait to get into the shower! Then I took a nap. 

In the olden days, I handled stress better than I do now. I had deadlines and art directors and producers to deal with, and it didn't exhaust me like yesterday did.

But as I reflect I realize two things:

1) In my professional life, I had more control than I did yesterday.

2) I understood everything that went on at work. Yesterday was new to me.

So now it's over. Now all I have to do is wait for the results, which will give the urologist the info he needs to give me diet tips to slow further kidney stone formation. So it's all good.

Plus, I now appreciate just going to the bathroom without all that rigmarole.

Thursday Thirteen #376

Thirteen Popular Ice Cream Flavors. There's a teeny-tiny ice cream shop on the other side of town that's very popular. It's independently owned, employs high school students and is only open for six months each year. Plus the ice cream is delicious.

This year they have been promoting their new flavor: raspberry. I admit that, despite the shop's reputation for quality, I have no interest in trying it. I just don't like how it looks. Anyway, I wondered what flavors most Americans like, and this is what the International Dairy Foods Association has to say on the subject.

Here's the countdown:

13. Coffee

12. Chocolate peanut butter

11. Rocky Road

10. Neopolitan

9. Caramel

8. Mint chocolate chip (my favorite)

7. Cookie dough

6. Butter pecan

5. Chocolate chip

4. Strawberry

3. Cookies and cream

2. Chocolate

1. Vanilla!

Which one is your favorite?

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Teaser Tuesday

Here's how to play.

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!) 

When Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the Wind opens, Scarlett is 16 years old. She is so spoiled and pampered she doesn't even realize how spoiled and pampered she is. By the time we reach this passage, 330 pages later, Scarlett is 18. She's seen war and pain and deprivation and death.

Tonight, when Atlanta was so quiet, she could close her eyes and she was back in the rural stillness of Tara and that life was unchanging. But she knew that life in the County would never be the same again. She thought of the four Tarletons, the red-haired twins and Tom and Boyd, and a passionate sadness caught at her throat. Why, either Stu or Brent might have been her husband. But now, when the war was over and she went back to Tara to live, she would never again hear their wild halloos as they dashed up the avenue o£ cedars. And Raiford Calvert, who danced so divinely, would never again choose her to be his partner.  And the Munroe boys and little Joe Fontaine and —
“Oh, Ashley!” She sobbed into her hands. “I’ll never get used to you being gone.”

When I came upon this, I realized, "I do this!" I do this in the morning when I first wake up. I do this when I hear a song on the radio. I do this when I'm not actively focused on something else. My mind goes back to when I still had Henry and John. And then I understand life will "never be the same again."

 

I no longer know how to flirt

I went to a wedding Saturday night. I admit I was dreading it. Weddings are less fun when you don't have a date, and I never have a date. Plus I'm a friend of bride's mom, so I assumed going in I wouldn't know many of the other guests. I was right.

Still, I'm glad I went. I held the bride when she was a newborn. Her big brother, whom I've known since he was in preschool, officiated. He's now a dad and his toddler son preceded the bride down the aisle. Seeing all that history parade past, being able to enjoy what lovely and productive adults they have grown into, was very moving.

The ceremony and reception were held at Salvage One, a repurposed vintage warehouse. In between the events I wandered, solo of course, around this unique and fascinating space. An age-appropriate man -- turns out he was the groom's uncle -- was shadowing me and finally we began chatting. Amiably. We talked about how the stuff we grew up with in the 1960s is now "vintage." The mother of the bride, my friend, spotted me and gestured me to join her. She wanted me to spend some time with her toddler grandson. As I moved away from the man I was talking to, he actually looked sad. Oh, my God! We'd been flirting! It's been so long since I hung around with a man who wasn't gay, married, or far too young for me that I didn't know what flirting looks like anymore.

Onto the reception. When I first settled in at my assigned table, I found myself seated beside and across from women I'd met at previous gatherings at the home of my friends (the bride's parents). Everything was going well until the music started. It made it difficult to converse with anyone but the person immediately beside you. Gulp. The person to my left was another age-appropriate single man. (Who knew there would be at least two at this wedding?) He was a "third wheel," there with his adult children, who grew up with the bride. When we introduced ourselves, I extended my hand because I'm used to shaking hands with new people. He held mine a little too long, making me uncomfortable. Oh, here's that flirting thing again! He and his twenty-somethings came in from New York, and while they were clearly into college football (and seemed to have money on some games), he was still a New Yorker, so I asked him if he was aware of the baseball games going on this weekend at Wrigley Field (see post below). Then I couldn't wait for the food to arrive because I just didn't feel like doing the hetero man-woman thing.

First of all, while obviously there was something attractive about me in my coral knit pantsuit with the mesh bell sleeves, I feel (and am) very fat. Second, it's been a very long time since I kissed or even danced with a man and I just didn't feel like giving it a try with either of the available candidates.

So after dinner -- and after observing the bride and groom's first dance, as well as hers with her dad and his with his mom -- I ducked out. I'm glad I went but I was also more than ready to get home.

Sunday morning I awoke to a text from my friend, the mother of the bride. She said she was sorry she didn't have a chance to hug me before I left because she was "grateful for the positive influence" I have always been on her kids. Wasn't that lovely?

 

Photo by Nick Karvounis on Unsplash 

When Wrigleyville became Wrizzoville

I was in Wrigley Field on Friday to welcome my favorite-most ballplayer, Anthony Rizzo, home. It was his first time within the The Friendly Confines since he was so cruelly ripped from us in 2021. This was one highly emotional homecoming. 41,100 fans gave him an ovation every time he came up to bat. The Cubs ran  a very nice tribute/highlight video before the game and played his old Cub walk-up music whenever he approached the batter's box.*

Lest you think all this sentiment and passion were limited to me, I give you the back page of Chicago Sun Times, as well as signs I noticed in the neighborhood around the ballpark.

 

And this is a man enjoying a capacity crowd (including me and my nephew) welcoming him home.

Forever My Captain

As one of the handmade signs said: THERE'S NO BAD BLOOD. JUST MAD LOVE FOR RIZZO.

*This is never done for players on the opposing team.

Sunday Stealing

200 QUESTIONS

1. What shows are you into? I watch a lot of TV. I've recently discovered reruns of Mad About You on Rewind TV and there's a new season of Only Murders in the Building on Hulu. I always watch Friends and Law and Order when I stumble upon them.

2. What’s your claim to fame? I am a childless cat lady. And I vote.

3. How often do you play sports? I try to go to yoga classes weekly and I stretch every morning. That's it.

4. Are you early or late? Late

5. What quirks do you have? I have no sense of direction. None whatsoever. Right now, am I facing north or south? I don't know. I have always worn my watch on my left wrist so I can tell right from left. When I was a kid, parents and teachers alike told me it's because I don't pay attention but I really think there's a problem with how my neurons fire. I also have no reflexes when the doctor hits my leg with that rubber hammer. When I was a little girl, the family doctor thought this was funny. In retrospect, I wish he had taken this more seriously. It was likely an early indicator of my congenital spine issues.

6. How often do you people watch? All the time.

7. What’s your favorite drink? Coke.

8. What do you hope never changes? Coke.

9. What’s your dream car? One that comes with a chauffeur.

10.  Where would you rather be from? Nowhere. I love my neighborhood. I love my country.

11. What songs have you completely memorized? Gazillions. I may not remember my right from my left, but I'm great with song lyrics.

12. What would you rate 10/10? Cuddling with my cats.

13. What job would you be terrible at? Chauffeur.

14. What skill would you like to master? I don't know that it's a skill, but I'd like to be better at yoga.

15. What movie title best describes your life? I'm sorry, but I've got nothing for this.

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Summer in the City (1966)

Unfamiliar with this week's song? Hear it here.

1) Now that Labor Day has passed and kids have returned to school, summer is unofficially over. Looking back, share a highlight from Summer 2024. My movie group had a Memorial Day get together to see From Here to Eternity (1953) on the big screen and afterward had a late lunch at the Argentinian restaurant around the corner. It was a big deal to me because I got to know Audrey a little better. During our regular weekly Zoom meetups, she annoys the living shit out of me. Always the wrong conclusion and the dumber-than-dumb question! But in person, her fragility touched me. I didn't realize how compromised her vision was, or how easily she could lose the thread of conversations. I now have greater compassion for her, and I'm grateful for that Memorial Day learning experience.

2) Though this week's song is about summer, it was recorded in the spring, March to be exact. What's your favorite season? Fall. I like my sweaters.

3) Lovin' Spoonful lead singer John Sebastian sings that he's going to meet his lover on the rooftop. When were you last on the roof of your building? I was up there once with a building inspector. There's really no reason for any of us residents to go up there. The door is locked and it's not allowed, anyway. As a top-floor resident, I appreciate this policy.

4) The lyrics refer to sidewalks that are "hotter than a match head." What's the last thing you lit with a match? Golly, I don't recall. I don't even have matches in my home. Back in my (very) old apartment, I used to have to light the gas stove's pilot light. But that was, like, 25 years ago. I don't even know if that's a thing anymore.

5) The Lovin' Spoonful was founded by John B. Sebastian and Zal Yanovsky. When the band broke up, Zal opened a restaurant. Tell us about the restaurant you most recently dined at. Shake Shake. Though known for their burgers, I broadened my horizons and had the chicken nuggets. 

6) John went on to have a solo career. His biggest hit was "Welcome Back," the theme to a popular 70's sitcom. The first line: "Welcome back, your dreams were your ticket out ...". Do you recall what show used "Welcome Back" as its theme? Welcome Back, Kotter. He has a connection to a far, far better sitcom, though. His godmother was Vivian Vance, aka Ethel Mertz on I Love Lucy. (I learn things helping Crazy Sam do this meme.)

7) In 1964, when "Summer in the City" was popular, Americans were tuned in to Bewitched. The show centered around Samantha, a witch married to a mortal. Among her supernatural powers were flight, time travel and telekinesis (being able to move objects by twitching her nose). If you could have one of those powers, which would you choose? I'll go with the nose twitching thing. I always thought that was monumentally cool.

8) In 1964, AJ Foyt earned the second of his four Indy 500 victories. Do you watch car racing? Nope.

9) Random question: Is your big toe your longest toe? Yes.

 

Oh, really? I hadn't heard!

 

My favorite-most ballplayer is coming home! For the first time since he was so cruelly ripped from us in 2021, our captain is returning to Wrigley Field. 

This is massive for Cub fans and for me, it feels very personal. Anthony Rizzo is not only the player who made the last out in 2016 World Series -- ending the 108 year championship drought -- and hit 242 of his 303 home runs as a Cubs, he is legit a philanthropist who made life here in Chicago better for his efforts.

He built the family waiting room at Lurie Children's Hospital. During covid, he catered lunches for healthcare workers doing the vaccinating (not only seeing that the workers ate, but making sure that struggling independent neighborhood restaurants saw business). I could go on and on -- and if you know me, you know I have! -- but it's such a big thing. Anthony Rizzo used his influence here in Chicago to do good and encourage others to do the same. His philanthropy continues in New York. For example, last month  he spent his 35th birthday at the FAO flagship store, giving pediatric cancer patients a shopping spree.

So I am beyond thrilled that I will be there in the stands Friday. It will be emotional. I'm not a cryer, but I know I won't get through the game without tears. He will get at least one ovation from the 41,000 fans at Wrigley Field on Friday, and he deserves it.

In fact, no one deserves it more.

Thursday Thirteen #375

The Fran Kubelik edition. One of my favorite movies is The Apartment (1960). Jack Lemmon is a drone at a huge insurance company and becomes smitten with Shirley MacLaine -- aka Fran Kubelik -- who works as an elevator operator.

That romantic scenario couldn't happen today because elevators are self operating. Here are 13 other jobs from days gone by that Fran couldn't have today.

1. Typist in a typing pool

2. Switchboard operator

3. Keypunch operator

4. Inside the kiosk at Fotomat

5. Counter girl at a video rental store

6. Projectionist in a movie theater

7. Lector, who read aloud to factory workers to keep them entertained (popular in Florida's cigar factories)

8. Factory floor timekeeper, who timed employee production manually with a stopwatch

9. Milkman

10. Streetcar conductor

11. Pinsetter at a bowling alley

12. Door-to-door saleslady

13. Car hop, a waitress who brings food to diners in their cars at drive-in restaurants

Please join us for THURSDAY THIRTEEN. Click here to play along, and to see other interesting compilations of 13 things.

Teaser Tuesday

Here's how to play.

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!) 

There was no one to tell Scarlett that her own personality, frighteningly vital though it was, was more attractive than any masquerade she might adopt. Had she been told, she would have been pleased but unbelieving. And the civilization of which she was a part would have been unbelieving too, for at no time, before or since, had so low a premium been placed on feminine naturalness. 

So much attention has been paid -- rightly so -- to the racial stereotypes perpetuated and celebrated in Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. But a big part of why the story endures and has captured my heart is the depiction of the women.

Like Scarlett. It's amazing to me that in 1936, when Gloria Steinem was just two years old, Margaret Mitchell created a heroine who is impetuous, vain and willful, as well as strong, imaginative, straightforward and ferociously in charge of her own fate.

 

Sunday Stealing

It's pistachio, but I'm pretending it's mint

ICE CREAM

1. What is your favorite flavor of ice cream? Mint chocolate chip

2. If you could invent a new flavor of ice cream, what would it be? Hmmm ... I'm really bad with this sort of thing. How's this? You come up with the flavor and I'll name it.

3. Who do you like to eat ice cream with? A spoon. I don't like cones.

4. If you were a flavor of ice cream, what flavor would you be? The Gal's Mouthwatering Musings

5. Does your family eat ice cream regularly, or just for a special treat? When I was a kid, I don't recall my mom keeping ice cream in the freezer. It was a treat for birthdays or when we dined out.

6. What is your favorite treat from the ice cream truck? Oh, I haven't had anything from the truck in forever! But there used to be an ice cream bar with a chunk of hard milk chocolate in the center. I did love that.

7. Does frozen yogurt taste different than ice cream? Yes.

8. If you could make a super sundae, what would it have? Oh, the usual: one scoop, topped with hot fudge, whipped cream and nuts. Cherry? Sure.

9. Can ice cream make a bad day better? Yes.

10. Have you ever had homemade ice cream? Yes.

11. When is your favorite time to eat ice cream? Afternoon.

12. What is the best kind of ice cream you ever had? Mint chocolate chip.

13. Do you prefer your ice cream in a cone or in a bowl? Bowl.

14. Is there such a thing as a bad flavor of ice cream? Yes! I had a cantaloupe flavored ice cream once and it was the stuff of nightmares.

15. They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away. What does an ice cream a day do? Add to your hips.

16. Is ice cream better when it’s fresh or slightly melted? Fresh.

17, What is the craziest flavor of ice cream you’ve ever seen? I recall hearing about pizza flavored ice cream, though I never had it myself. (And don't wish to.)

 

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