Growing up, my family was fortunate enough to have Schwan’s in the area. If you don’t know what that is, it’s a frozen food delivery service. They drive around in these utility type trucks decked out with coolers/freezers and emblazoned with company logos and art. You could either call them up and place an order or schedule a monthly or weekly stop where they come to your home, hand you a magazine of products for you to select from, and then give you whatever you want so long as it was on the truck. (It wasn’t cheap, mind you, but not exorbitantly expensive like today’s food delivery services that took over the gig work industry during and after the pandemic.) We didn’t order/buy from them very frequently because of the cost, but there were a select few items that we would get once or twice a year (I did say not very frequently) and those were a kind of highlight to my childhood, at least when it came to food.
The one item that would top the list of foods that transport me to my childhood, the thing I enjoyed most often from those Schwan’s trucks, was those little single-serve vanilla ice cream cups that had a swirl of strawberry. Those cups that come with the little wood spoon. I still see them around today, and have even had little flashbacks just from LOOKING at them.
It’s not like they were a staple food/dessert/treat of my childhood, but my family loved those little cups of frozen joy.
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