One of the best things about spending a month in upstate New York comes in the form of a simple ice cream shop. In this case, that shop is called Holy Cow Ice Cream and it’s located at the end of a strip center in Red Hook, about 100 miles north of New York City.
The inside of the shop is very basic with a few freezer cases, a menu, and various ice cream machines, but no seating; that’s outside in the form of picnic tables. Offerings include hard ice cream, soft-serve, flavor burst (soft-serve with the gel flavor edges..), Razzles (think McFlurry or Blizzard), egg creams, floats, malts, milkshakes, and probably other things I’m forgetting.
Where in the world have I been?!
Aside from a bit of an absence from the blog (oops), I’ve been in upstate New York this month doing this again:
If you followed my adventures last summer, you may remember that I drove all the way from Texas like a nutter, but that I also spent some time working in Ohio afterward. This year it’s just New York, so I flew…and took two trains, a cab, and then got a ride to this place. Remote gig is remote!
Without the luxury of being able to overpack my trunk, I’m even more limited than last year in the unequipped dorm kitchen, but my little french press totally made its way up here. Bless that wonderful caffeinator. As you can imagine, I’m cooking super basic things that would bore you to tears and I definitely haven’t been baking. (Ironically, I made Butterbeer here a year ago which is now the most popular post by far, traffic-wise…)
Whew! 4,000+ miles later, my ever-trusty Corolla and I are back from my seven week work trip to New York and Ohio. Yes, I decided to drive and think it was totally worth it in the end. The more you know: Red Hook, NY seems MUCH further away than Cleveland, OH. My bum can vouch for this 100%.
So what was I doing this trip besides not blogging very much (sorry…)?
Remember how I was in upstate NY playing in a conductors’ orchestra? Since then I’ve moved onto Cleveland to work at my old job and am done with that, but my old ‘hood just can’t seem to get rid of me. The blogging got behind with all of the work that job required, so it’s time to do some back tracking.
When I picked blueberries for the first time ever, I was determined to make a crumble/crisp/etc. with them. I bought everything needed to make it…except brown sugar. Doh! On the second to last (and hottest) day in NY, I went blueberry picking again at the hottest time of day. Texas girl don’t care.
Related side note: I was so very amused by the warnings they had up ALL over the gym about the heat. Sure, it was supposed to be 100F that day, but to me, that’s a typical summer day. The same thing happens in Texas, though – when the temperature looks like it might hit the freezing point, people flip OUT. It becomes The Big Chill 2011 with newscasters warning people to bring in their pets, cover their plants, and let the faucets drip so the pipes won’t freeze. It’s cute. Continue reading
Up until a couple weekends ago, I hadn’t ever even seen pre-picked blueberries. However, it just so happens that my temporary summer location is 3.5 miles away from a pick-your-own farm, and the blueberries are currently in season! So yes, I took a billion pictures to document the occasion.
When you arrive, there’s a little hut at which you pick up a plastic bucket for filling to your heart’s desire.
Alright so blueberry bushes? They’re way bigger than I thought they would be and there were so many of them! The berries themselves were also the biggest I’d seen, which had pretty much only been the kind in pints at grocery stores. (I haven’t seen them at farmers markets in Texas before maybe because it’s too hot?) Continue reading
Here is my final post for the 30 Day June Photo Challenge!
June 29 – Trees
June 30 – Family
I had fun and would like to do more challenges like this as they make me take way more photos than I usually would! This in turn makes me try to be more creative while learning more things about my camera and photography in general. 365 project maybe? :)
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