Swirly Cones

Father’s Day, June 21st — the longest day of the year and the official start of summer.

Old School and I had Leslie over for dinner last night as none of our fathers live in town and Old School’s kids are out-of-town for the summer (they both called to wish him a Happy Father’s Day, such good kids).

He manned the grill while Leslie and I prepared the veggies and french fries.  I casually mentioned there was a semi-famous soft-serve stand about a mile away and we could go there for a perfect summer dessert treat.  You would have thought that I had just told Leslie we were going on a week-long spa cruise — her face lit up!

This is one thing I didn’t realize Leslie and I had in common.  A love of swirly cones.

Vanilla.  Pure and sweet.  No need to mess it up by adding chocolate.

Which is exactly what Leslie did.  Chocolate only.  Maybe this is why this blog works so well for the two of us — opposites attract.

I’ve almost never seen Leslie happier than in this photo.  That’s the power of the swirly cone.

Unless you don’t get to have ice cream and you have to wait in the car.