Ice Cream riches
My daughter's away at college and I really miss her. The other day I did what any Cincinnati mother would do to give her a hug, long-distance: I sent her a box of Graeter's. Now, she was sure that she needed to go to college somewhere much cooler than her home town, and she hasn't looked back. But when I called and told her that she needed to be sure to check her mail the next day, she got so excited that I thought that maybe she actually was capable of getting homesick.
Then disaster struck. I put the wrong zip code on my order through Graeter's.com. The ice cream got sidetracked. It melted! She was devastated!
But all turned out well. The point of this post is to say how great the Graeter's shipping service is. They'd tracked it all, knew the first shipment had melted, and sent another box to replace it. Happy Days. My daughter shared the melted, re-frozen stuff with her friends, and kept the good mint and double chocolate chip for herself and a few Cincinnati friends.
I have also been appreciating Cincinnati's other home grown ice cream lately. My husband, other daughter and I were coming back home from some outing that needed to be topped off with ice cream. We passed by no Graeter's, but in the course of a mile or so, we went by three UDFs. (We were driving through Norwood, which may have more UDFs than other neighborhoods?) All of which have full-service ice cream counters that serve good ice cream, and wonderful gooey turtle sundaes, hand-made chocolate malts and root beer floats. Which is what we got. I wonder if other cities have such a ubiquity of places to immediately satisfy a craving for real, hand-dipped, individually served ice cream creations?