I just chased down the ice cream truck. Seriously. Just imagine a 30-year-old with wet hair, in flip-flops running down the driveway waving her arms yelling, "Sir! Please wait! Sir!"
But, it's also not what you think - you see, it was the Schwan man. All growing up, the Schwan man came to our house every two weeks. I've always said that all Schwan men should have aspired to have the Ruby Valley route. We lived an hour from town, so they had a classic monopoly on frozen food distribution. I think every single family in the valley bought Schwan's products bi-weekly.
Our Schwan man, Monte (yes, we knew the names of the UPS driver, the mail man, and the Schwan man...the three most important people in the WORLD), was constantly winning prizes for having the greatest sales volume. I can't remember a time when we didn't have at least one Schwan product in our giant freezer.
However, since moving to Texas, AKA The Blue Bell Belt, I have been bullied into purchasing Blue Bell, which as far as I'm concerned, is inferior ice cream.
I know, I've just committed Blue Bell blasphemy. When I first moved here, I unwittingly mentioned my love of Schwan's at a party. I thought I was going to be drawn and quartered before the end of the evening (the angry mob included my own husband).
I guess that's the price you pay for standing up for what you believe in...I am willing to be a Schwan's martyr (and yes, Schwan's management, I will accept a lucrative deal for said endorsement whenever you get around to making out the check. Next week works well for me).
All I can say in my own defense is, BELIEVE ME, I KNOW ICE CREAM. I've tried every single brand of ice cream in the mint and chip variety and NOTHING compares to Schwan's. Plus, Schwan's doesn't melt as quickly nor does it get freezer burn in two days like Blue Bell. It's CREAMIER and costs less. Really.
Anyone who doesn't believe me can come over to my house for a bowl - I ordered extra to share with everyone in my FOUR favorite flavors (thanks to an empty freezer courtesy of Hurricane Gustav, I have PLENTY of room).
However, if you partake of my delicious ice cream and find it to be better than Blue Bell, you will be required to lick my toes while also confirming the fact that I AM THE AWESOMEST ICE CREAM EXPERT OF ALL TIME.
4 comments:
Erin...Ryan is going to love your comment! He is always talking about how the ice cream from blue bell is icy. See he is a schwans man himself!!! HAHA!! I will have to have him read your blog and tell his boss!!! They will love it!!!! Glad you chased one down!!!!
All I know is that in the 80's, the best thing in the world you could ever get was Blue Bell Cookies and Cream. That, or a nice scoop from Braums. Man, I miss that stuff. I have yet to sample the Schwann's variety, so I can't judge. But, in the 80's, Blue Bell Cookies and Cream was most definitely, "The best ice cream in the country."
O.K., now you've gone and done it, you actually said there was ice cream out there better than our home grown Blue Bell. The president of these United States has it shipped to Washington. The fine folks in Brenham ship it out all over the world.
I too partake of Schwanns every two weeks and I thought I would give the ice cream a try-freezer burnt after two weeks and my grandbabies wouldn't touch it because the cow wasn't on the carton. Sorry Erin-you are way off this time.
WOAH there, Jana. You don't mind if I call you Jana, do you? Ms. Jana? Getting a little fired up there! Allow me to reply to your comment.
First of all, saying that a president (who has a 66% disapproval rating) has Blue Bell shipped to the White House does little to prove Blue Bell's delciousness - 66% of the nation doesn't agree with his daily decisions so why would they trust his choice of ice cream?
Secondly, at least Schwans lasts two weeks...as opposed to a few days with Blue Bell.
Thirdly, who needs a cow on their ice cream to ensure high quality? I mean, Schwans has a swan - the symbol of beauty, perfection, and grace. Not to mention the fact that it's the national bird of Finland, the mother land of Santa Claus (ok, so Santa Claus originated in Sweden but it's RIGHT NEXT DOOR).
You are hereby invited to take the Schwans challenge at my house. If Hurricane Ike comes this way, I'll need some extra help eating all of it anyway.
I plan to lock Husband in the closet at that time...because as soon as I read your comment, he said, "Baby, Blue Bell is the best and YOU KNOW IT."
I can't afford to have that kind of commiseration in my house.
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