“You scream. I
scream. We all scream for ice cream.” For me this popular jingle once rang all
too true, but alas not anymore. See in all their great wisdom the powers that
be in the ice cream world decided my favorite ice cream was too costly to make.
I am , of course, speaking of the Chocolate-Vanilla Swirl.
This treat was once found everywhere. You could get it at any Dairy Queen, McDonald's, Burger King…anywhere you could find ice cream, you could find ‘The Swirl’. And may I add not only the best flavor ever, but also a symbol of how two races can exist in yummy goodness.
It’s been a few years now since I have had a Zebra cone as we called it when I was growing up. Now and then I will randomly ask some place I have never been to before if they carry it in a desperate hope for rediscovery but it always ends the same. “I’m sorry sir, we haven’t carried that for years.”
Harder to find than the Holy Grail. |
This treat was once found everywhere. You could get it at any Dairy Queen, McDonald's, Burger King…anywhere you could find ice cream, you could find ‘The Swirl’. And may I add not only the best flavor ever, but also a symbol of how two races can exist in yummy goodness.
It’s been a few years now since I have had a Zebra cone as we called it when I was growing up. Now and then I will randomly ask some place I have never been to before if they carry it in a desperate hope for rediscovery but it always ends the same. “I’m sorry sir, we haven’t carried that for years.”
And why haven’t they
carried it for years. My initial thought was because they suck, however I have
been told that’s not really a reason. It’s just a feeling. Well, if my feeling
is dumb, the real reason isn’t that much better.
Chocolate ice cream
doesn’t get ordered as much as vanilla and it is more expensive. Apparently,
not enough people were ordering the Zebra cone, so the two ice creams were
forcibly separated and have not reunited to this date.
I don’t believe this
for one minute this reason, but as of yet I have not been able to find proof
that would show otherwise. That doesn’t mean I have stopped my investigation.
Nor given up hope that somewhere out there beneath the pale moonshine, some
business is still serving the Zebra cone and bringing smiles to adult and kid
tummies alike.