Ice Cream Fest

I Scream, You Scream….

Yesterday, Reading Terminal Market and Bassetts Ice Cream hosted an ice cream festival outside Reading Terminal Market. This festival featured like twelve different purveyors of that classic dessert lined up outside the famed market to sell their creamy wares.

And, of course, I was there.

After scoping out the scene and trying but ultimately failing to determine a sensible plan of action, I stopped at a booth that was advertising “ice cream hoagies.” (A hoagie, for the unfamiliar, is a Philly sandwich made up of deli meats, cheese… and other things and condiments. Okay, I don’t know all the traditional things that make up a hoagie because, truthfully, I’m more of a cheesesteak girl myself.)

This booth had me intrigued. What, perchance, makes up an ice cream hoagie? Can I turn away from the chance to find out? Once I saw one of the flavors advertised as “strawberries dipped in chocolate,” I was sold. My quest to find out what makes up an ice cream hoagie had been established, and I would see it through to (hopefully not) its bitter end.

As the line situation was unclear, I got in behind/beside these two women of a certain age. Woman A had slipped in and started ordering, and Woman B was boring holes in the back of her friend’s head. Woman B started complaining because she had told Woman A that she would “get this round.” I joked and said, “Well, you can treat me if she doesn’t want you to treat her.” Woman A responded and asked what I wanted. I politely…