Oh man. Summer is in full swing here in my casa. Baby pool, check! SPF 50 for my pale body, check! Beers that require fruit, check! Watermelon, check! Ice cream sandwiches, check!
Summer as a child was full of Push Pops, Fudgsicles, and ice cream sandwiches. It was also full of staying out in the yard until the sun set. We promised my parents we would be quiet so we could stay out later and catch fireflies. Skinned knees, asphalt scratches, grass stains, sticky fingers, and hair plastered to your forehead by sweat. All those things mean summer as a kid to me!
Of course, somebody would do something to annoy somebody else and cause them to yell, “Maaaahhhhmmmm!!!” We would then be met by the back screen door by either my mom or dad hushedly shouting at us through gritted teeth to get in the house.
We would come in and have a bath then some dessert before bed. I remember my mom using UltraSwim on my hair so it wouldn’t turn green from all the chlorine in the pool. Then she would comb my hair, put on footie pajamas, and let me have a choice of dessert. We would watch a little TV and eat our snacks.
The best part and worst part about an ice cream sandwich is the way the brownie/cookie would stick to your hot fingers. It is like the dessert form of Cheeto fingers. Once you finished your sandwich, you had the pleasure of a sort of second dessert of the remnants on your fingers. I feel like this was probably the bane of my parents’ existence. Like, well, let’s forget that bath you just took.
All of these memories and feelings make me so excited for summers as a parent. I cannot wait to be the one yelling at my crazy kids from the back screen to come inside and get ready for their baths. I also cannot wait to share in sweet summer treats with the kiddos. Well, maybe enjoy this sweet summer treat with my feet kicked up and a glass of wine after the crazies are asleep.
Recipe for cookie dough from Crazy for Crust