We all scream for Ice Cream Books!

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Click to buy  the Meri Meri Ice Cream Van With Cups and Spoons


The Emperor of Ice-Cream

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month’s newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.


Novels Not About Ice Cream After All



Everything John Powers wrote about Catholicism in Chicago in the 50s and 60s is spot on. Hey, my paternal cousin was a Benedictine nun in Chicago from 1948 till her death last year–and SHE thought he was spot on! In Power’s Ice Cream book is the early adulthood volume of his trilogy. In it Tim struggles with the meaning of life, of faith, in one of the funniest ways ever. You don’t have been alive in the 50s and 60s, or even have ever been a Catholic, to love this book. The Unoriginal Sinner and the Ice Cream God by John Power.



I’ve  been a William Boyd fan since college–which for you young whipper-snappers was back when the Gipper was President. I love Boyd’s books. Africa today is partly a mess because the great colonial powers carved it up using a map that did not reflect ethnic group locations. World War I was another reason–it upset that very bad map and made it into an even worse map. This is the story of innocent people stuck in East Africa during the onset of World War I. If your picture of East Africa is Flame Trees of Thika or Out of Africa  you will see flickers of that world, but then you’ll step off into Boyd’s East Africa and wonder how you’d ever imagined the time and place without him. An Ice-Cream War by Prince Charles’ Gordonstoun contemporary, William Boyd.


A Novel That Involves Ice-Cream, sort of…




An immigrant tale that goes horribly, tragically wrong, but then goes wonderfully right again–thanks to a seller of ice cream! I’m anxious to read this one.

The Ice Cream Queen of Orchard Street by Susan Jane Gilman





And now a novel inspired by a little boy eating ice cream.



I love the story of how this book came about, so I’m reading it soon. I’ll post a review when I’ve finished. Meanwhile, you can read  more about the inspiration here.

A Dictionary of Mutual Understanding by Jackie Copleton






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Ice Cream for Science Lovers



Ok, this one DOES involve ice cream! I imagine though, that this one is beyond my ken! My Dad ran an ice-cream factory from the late 70s to the early 90s so I’ve seen the process in action. Don’t ask me to understand the science though!


The Science of Ice Cream by Chris Clarke



The Business of Ice Cream



A journalist examines famed ice cream company Ben & Jerry’s. Who doesn’t love Ben & Jerry’s? I’m especially fond of the cookie core flavors, but anything chocolate works for me.

Ice Cream Social: The Struggle for the Soul of Ben & Jerry’s by Brad Edmondson




Homemade Ice Cream Recipes



Williams-Sonoma is one of my Fantasy Islands, worthy of a future post! So here is their ice cream book to drool over. Oh, yes, you can make ice cream from it too.

Williams-Sonoma Ice Cream






Buy the Talking Tables Street Stalls Three-Tiered Ice Cream Van Stand

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