The sound of the ice cream truck has been one that I believe I can truthfully say I have not heard during the past eight years or so. First off, they wouldn’t stop in my New York suburban neighborhood because my town had 8,000 people. In NYC itself, the streets are packed with food trucks. Thus, you had the more gourmet gelato trucks. In San Francisco, which truck driver wants to drive to the top of a very steep hill? As such, ice cream trucks have not been a part of my life experience for a while.
Growing up, mind you, I didn’t tend to get super excited by the ice cream truck. We didn’t really have the money for such a splurge. I know that’s sad. But at least I didn’t get stomach aches from over indulging (as some other kids experienced). There’s almost always a silver lining, folks. Second, I didn’t like ice cream much. Still don’t. I prefer sorbet. I’m a bit lactose intolerant. I tolerate milk in my lattes because caffeine is good. Otherwise, I have an ambivalent relationship with milk. Thus, whenever I heard the sound of ice cream trucks, I got a little sad. But no need to feel sorry for me. It’s ok.
Now why am I reminiscing about something I didn’t care too much for? Well, because here in Los Angeles, there are tons of ice cream trucks going up and down the streets. At least in the south LA area in which I live. Its been fun, oddly enough, to hear the chimes of the truck. I see some kids running out to the trucks with the dogs running behind them. Could actually seem like an idyllic scene even though a lot of the dogs running behind the kids are stray dogs. That is so LA.
Besides the chimes, the kids, and the dogs what makes me feel happy about the ice cream trucks is that many of them are pink. They’re decorated much more festively out here and I’ve seen out on the East Coast. The East Coast trucks just have pictures of the various flavors and a silly cartoon face. But out here you see all sorts of wild colors on the trucks. It’s a truly festive environment. There’s even an ice cream truck for dogs. How fabulous.
Sadly, while I’m finally excited to hear the ice cream chimes, my son is not a big ice cream eater. He will eat, in general, two spoonfuls and be done. But he does like the sound of the truck. And I hope those chimes keep on singing throughout the community.