(10971,1,'2012-08-06 20:58:25','2012-08-07 03:58:25','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10946\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10946\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10946 alignleft\" title=\"IMG00207-20120721-1233\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00207-20120721-1233-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>About a month ago I soaked up good mojo at <strong><a href=\"http://worlddominationsummit.com\" target=\"_blank\">The World Domination Summit</a> </strong>in Portland.  I was surrounded by inspiration and phenomenal peeps.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nA few of these peeps just so happen to reside in my fair city.  Shortly after returning home, I organized a post-WDS meet up to keep the vision alive.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNote how I am the only one (except for our new non-WDSer friend in pink) who didn\'t show up in her WDS t-shirt which we all received at the event.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, well.  WDS is run by <a href=\"http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>The Art of Non-Conformity</strong></a> guy.  He would certainly approve of me arriving in true non-conformist fashion.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was also fashionably late.  Because I was lost.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYep.  I picked the coffee shop that wreaked \"non-conformist\" to me, and then I can\'t find the place!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, well.  At least I chose correctly with <a href=\"http://www.cartelcoffeelab.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Cartel Coffee Lab</strong></a>.  Check out this atmosphere.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://player.vimeo.com/video/32182176?title=0&amp;byline=0&amp;portrait=0&amp;color=e9f502&amp;autoplay=1&amp;loop=1\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Phoenix WDS Posse (Pictured left to right):</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTess Harper of <strong><a href=\"http://theboldlife.com/\" target=\"_blank\">The Bold Life</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nCansu Bulgu of <a href=\"http://zenandsand.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Zen and Sand</strong></a> (our new friend whom we adopted at the coffee shop!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDirectionally-challenged Late Bloomer Chick\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLaurie Ann Silberman of <strong><a href=\"http://phoenixrising.lasilberman.com/\" target=\"_blank\">The Sabbatical Diaries</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nErin McNaughton of<a href=\"http://analyfe.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong> Analyfe</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #29:  WDS Alumni Reunion','','inherit','open','open','','10939-revision-29','','','2012-08-06 20:58:25','2012-08-07 03:58:25','',10939,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/06/10939-revision-29/',0,'revision','',0),(10972,1,'2012-08-06 20:58:41','2012-08-07 03:58:41','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10946\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10946\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10946 alignleft\" title=\"IMG00207-20120721-1233\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00207-20120721-1233-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>About a month ago I soaked up good mojo at <strong><a href=\"http://worlddominationsummit.com\" target=\"_blank\">The World Domination Summit</a> </strong>in Portland.  I was surrounded by inspiration and phenomenal peeps.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nA few of these peeps just so happen to reside in my fair city.  Shortly after returning home, I organized a post-WDS meet up to keep the vision alive.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNote how I am the only one (except for our new non-WDSer friend in pink) who didn\'t show up in her WDS t-shirt which we all received at the event.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, well.  WDS is run by <a href=\"http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>The Art of Non-Conformity</strong></a> guy.  He would certainly approve of me arriving in true non-conformist fashion.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was also fashionably late.  Because I was lost.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYep.  I picked the coffee shop that wreaked \"non-conformist\" to me, and then I can\'t find the place!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, well.  At least I chose correctly with <a href=\"http://www.cartelcoffeelab.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Cartel Coffee Lab</strong></a>.  Check out this atmosphere.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://player.vimeo.com/video/32182176?title=0&amp;byline=0&amp;portrait=0&amp;color=e9f502&amp;autoplay=1&amp;loop=1\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Phoenix WDS Posse (Pictured left to right):</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTess Harper of <strong><a href=\"http://theboldlife.com/\" target=\"_blank\">The Bold Life</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nCansu Bulgu of <a href=\"http://zenandsand.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Zen and Sand</strong></a> (our new friend whom we adopted at the coffee shop!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDirectionally-challenged Late Bloomer Chick\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLaurie Ann Silberman of <strong><a href=\"http://phoenixrising.lasilberman.com/\" target=\"_blank\">The Sabbatical Diaries</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nErin McNaughton of<a href=\"http://analyfe.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong> Analyfe</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #29:  WDS Alumni Reunion','','inherit','open','open','','10939-revision-30','','','2012-08-06 20:58:41','2012-08-07 03:58:41','',10939,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/06/10939-revision-30/',0,'revision','',0),(10973,1,'2012-08-06 21:00:19','2012-08-07 04:00:19','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10946\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10946\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10946 alignleft\" title=\"IMG00207-20120721-1233\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00207-20120721-1233-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>About a month ago I soaked up good mojo at <strong><a href=\"http://worlddominationsummit.com\" target=\"_blank\">The World Domination Summit</a> </strong>in Portland.  I was surrounded by inspiration and phenomenal peeps.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nA few of these peeps just so happen to reside in my fair city.  Shortly after returning home, I organized a post-WDS meet up to keep the vision alive.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNote how I am the only one (except for our new non-WDSer friend in pink) who didn\'t show up in her WDS t-shirt which we all received at the event.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, well.  WDS is run by <a href=\"http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>The Art of Non-Conformity</strong></a> guy.  He would certainly approve of me arriving in true non-conformist fashion.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was also fashionably late.  Because I was lost.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYep.  I picked the coffee shop that wreaked \"non-conformist\" to me, and then I couldn\'t find the place!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, well.  At least I chose correctly with <a href=\"http://www.cartelcoffeelab.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Cartel Coffee Lab</strong></a>.  Check out this atmosphere.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://player.vimeo.com/video/32182176?title=0&amp;byline=0&amp;portrait=0&amp;color=e9f502&amp;autoplay=1&amp;loop=1\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNext time I will wear the shirt (maybe) and find the place on time (hopefully.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Phoenix WDS Posse (Pictured left to right):</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTess Harper of <strong><a href=\"http://theboldlife.com/\" target=\"_blank\">The Bold Life</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nCansu Bulgu of <a href=\"http://zenandsand.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Zen and Sand</strong></a> (our new friend whom we adopted at the coffee shop!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDirectionally-challenged Late Bloomer Chick\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLaurie Ann Silberman of <strong><a href=\"http://phoenixrising.lasilberman.com/\" target=\"_blank\">The Sabbatical Diaries</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nErin McNaughton of<a href=\"http://analyfe.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong> Analyfe</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #29:  WDS Alumni Reunion','','inherit','open','open','','10939-revision-31','','','2012-08-06 21:00:19','2012-08-07 04:00:19','',10939,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/06/10939-revision-31/',0,'revision','',0),(10974,1,'2012-08-06 21:01:38','2012-08-07 04:01:38','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10946\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10946\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10946 alignleft\" title=\"IMG00207-20120721-1233\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00207-20120721-1233-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>About a month ago I soaked up good mojo at <strong><a href=\"http://worlddominationsummit.com\" target=\"_blank\">The World Domination Summit</a> </strong>in Portland.  I was surrounded by inspiration and phenomenal peeps.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nA few of these peeps just so happen to reside in my fair city.  Shortly after returning home, I organized a post-WDS meet up to keep the vision alive.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNote how I am the only one (except for our new non-WDSer friend in pink) who didn\'t show up in her WDS t-shirt which we all received at the event.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, well.  WDS is run by <a href=\"http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>The Art of Non-Conformity</strong></a> guy.  He would certainly approve of me arriving in true non-conformist fashion.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was also fashionably late.  Because I was lost.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYep.  I picked the coffee shop that wreaked \"non-conformist\" to me, and then I couldn\'t find the place!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, well.  At least I chose correctly with <a href=\"http://www.cartelcoffeelab.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Cartel Coffee Lab</strong></a>.  Check out this atmosphere.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://player.vimeo.com/video/32182176?title=0&amp;byline=0&amp;portrait=0&amp;color=e9f502&amp;autoplay=1&amp;loop=1\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp; \r\nNext time (and I know that there will be many next times!), I will wear the shirt (maybe) and find the place on time (hopefully.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Phoenix WDS Posse (Pictured left to right):</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTess Harper of <strong><a href=\"http://theboldlife.com/\" target=\"_blank\">The Bold Life</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nCansu Bulgu of <a href=\"http://zenandsand.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Zen and Sand</strong></a> (our new friend whom we adopted at the coffee shop!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDirectionally-challenged Late Bloomer Chick\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLaurie Ann Silberman of <strong><a href=\"http://phoenixrising.lasilberman.com/\" target=\"_blank\">The Sabbatical Diaries</a></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nErin McNaughton of<a href=\"http://analyfe.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong> Analyfe</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #29:  WDS Alumni Reunion','','inherit','open','open','','10939-revision-32','','','2012-08-06 21:01:38','2012-08-07 04:01:38','',10939,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/06/10939-revision-32/',0,'revision','',0),(10975,1,'2012-08-14 01:11:52','2012-08-14 08:11:52','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup.com</a> </strong>not too long ago. They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since. Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy. Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian? Been there, done that. Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese? <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best. Why would I go anywhere else? Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food? There\'s such a thing? Seriously? I\'ll go! (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled. Hmph. (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo. Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\">Afghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!</span></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Have you ever eaten Afghan food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">How \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is Little Roo safe in your world???</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPlease share in the comment section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photos courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','publish','open','open','','playdate-30-afghan-food','','','2012-08-13 21:23:11','2012-08-14 04:23:11','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=10975',0,'post','',2),(10976,1,'2012-08-07 21:19:02','2012-08-08 04:19:02','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision','','','2012-08-07 21:19:02','2012-08-08 04:19:02','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/07/10975-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(10978,1,'2012-08-13 20:16:55','2012-08-14 03:16:55','','600_143510722','','inherit','open','open','','600_143510722','','','2012-08-13 20:16:55','2012-08-14 03:16:55','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722.jpeg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(10979,1,'2012-08-13 20:26:04','2012-08-14 03:26:04','','IMG00217-20120728-1423','','inherit','open','open','','img00217-20120728-1423','','','2012-08-13 20:26:04','2012-08-14 03:26:04','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(10980,1,'2012-08-13 20:27:27','2012-08-14 03:27:27','','600_143511392','','inherit','open','open','','600_143511392','','','2012-08-13 20:27:27','2012-08-14 03:27:27','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392.jpeg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(10981,1,'2012-08-13 20:30:30','2012-08-14 03:30:30','','IMG00219-20120728-1510','','inherit','open','open','','img00219-20120728-1510','','','2012-08-13 20:30:30','2012-08-14 03:30:30','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(10982,1,'2012-08-13 20:36:34','2012-08-14 03:36:34','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong>The East Valley Ethnic Food Meetup Group</strong> not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nVietnamese?  <strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the <strong>restaurant</strong> seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe hummus was yum.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10979\" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10980\" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of Chai.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10981\" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy Review?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nClever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDelish and nutrish food.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  (Or should it be forks up?)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for rescheduled Aussie night.  As long as I can pa\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-2','','','2012-08-13 20:36:34','2012-08-14 03:36:34','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(10983,1,'2012-08-13 20:43:35','2012-08-14 03:43:35','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe hummus was yum.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10979\" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10980\" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of Chai.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10981\" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDelish and nutrish food.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  (Or should it be forks up?)  </strong>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-3','','','2012-08-13 20:43:35','2012-08-14 03:43:35','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(10984,1,'2012-08-13 20:55:35','2012-08-14 03:55:35','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe hummus was yum.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDelish and nutrish food.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-4','','','2012-08-13 20:55:35','2012-08-14 03:55:35','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(10985,1,'2012-08-13 21:00:59','2012-08-14 04:00:59','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe hummus was yum.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDelish and nutrish food.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n**********\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHave you ever eaten Afghan food?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHow \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nIs Little Roo safe in your world???\n\n&nbsp;\n\n**********\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photo courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-5','','','2012-08-13 21:00:59','2012-08-14 04:00:59','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(10987,1,'2012-08-13 21:01:59','2012-08-14 04:01:59','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe hummus was yum.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDelish and nutrish food.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n**********\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHave you ever eaten Afghan food?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHow \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nIs Little Roo safe in your world???\n\n&nbsp;\n\n**********\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photo courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-7','','','2012-08-13 21:01:59','2012-08-14 04:01:59','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(10986,1,'2012-08-13 21:01:19','2012-08-14 04:01:19','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHave you ever eaten Afghan food?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHow \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs Little Roo safe in your world???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photo courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-6','','','2012-08-13 21:01:19','2012-08-14 04:01:19','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(10988,1,'2012-08-13 21:02:51','2012-08-14 04:02:51','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHave you ever eaten Afghan food?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHow \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs Little Roo safe in your world???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photo courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-8','','','2012-08-13 21:02:51','2012-08-14 04:02:51','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(10989,1,'2012-08-13 21:14:05','2012-08-14 04:14:05','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup.com</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\n\n&nbsp;\n\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?  Meh.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe hummus was yum.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nDelish and nutrish food.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(Or should it be forks up?)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n**********\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Have you ever eaten Afghan food?</span></strong></span>\n\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\n\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">How \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?</span></strong></span>\n\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\n\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is Little Roo safe in your world???</span></strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nPlease share in the comment section below.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n**********\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photos courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-autosave','','','2012-08-13 21:14:05','2012-08-14 04:14:05','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(10990,1,'2012-08-13 21:03:08','2012-08-14 04:03:08','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHave you ever eaten Afghan food?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHow \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs Little Roo safe in your world???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photo courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-9','','','2012-08-13 21:03:08','2012-08-14 04:03:08','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(10991,1,'2012-08-13 21:04:19','2012-08-14 04:04:19','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup.com</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHave you ever eaten Afghan food?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHow \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs Little Roo safe in your world???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photo courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-10','','','2012-08-13 21:04:19','2012-08-14 04:04:19','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(10992,1,'2012-08-13 21:04:28','2012-08-14 04:04:28','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup.com</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHave you ever eaten Afghan food?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHow \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs Little Roo safe in your world???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photo courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-11','','','2012-08-13 21:04:28','2012-08-14 04:04:28','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(10993,1,'2012-08-13 21:06:07','2012-08-14 04:06:07','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup.com</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Have you ever eaten Afghan food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">How \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is Little Roo safe in your world???</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPlease share in the comment section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photo courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-12','','','2012-08-13 21:06:07','2012-08-14 04:06:07','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(10994,1,'2012-08-13 21:06:41','2012-08-14 04:06:41','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup.com</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Have you ever eaten Afghan food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">How \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is Little Roo safe in your world???</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPlease share in the comment section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photo courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-13','','','2012-08-13 21:06:41','2012-08-14 04:06:41','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(10995,1,'2012-08-13 21:08:48','2012-08-14 04:08:48','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup.com</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Have you ever eaten Afghan food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">How \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is Little Roo safe in your world???</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPlease share in the comment section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photo courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-14','','','2012-08-13 21:08:48','2012-08-14 04:08:48','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(10996,1,'2012-08-13 21:09:11','2012-08-14 04:09:11','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup.com</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Have you ever eaten Afghan food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">How \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is Little Roo safe in your world???</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPlease share in the comment section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photo courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-15','','','2012-08-13 21:09:11','2012-08-14 04:09:11','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(10997,1,'2012-08-13 21:12:20','2012-08-14 04:12:20','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup.com</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Have you ever eaten Afghan food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">How \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is Little Roo safe in your world???</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPlease share in the comment section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photos courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-16','','','2012-08-13 21:12:20','2012-08-14 04:12:20','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(10998,1,'2012-08-13 21:12:32','2012-08-14 04:12:32','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup.com</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up? Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Have you ever eaten Afghan food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">How \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is Little Roo safe in your world???</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPlease share in the comment section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photos courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-17','','','2012-08-13 21:12:32','2012-08-14 04:12:32','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(10999,1,'2012-08-13 21:14:18','2012-08-14 04:14:18','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup.com</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\">Afghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!</span></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Have you ever eaten Afghan food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">How \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is Little Roo safe in your world???</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPlease share in the comment section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photos courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-18','','','2012-08-13 21:14:18','2012-08-14 04:14:18','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(11000,1,'2012-08-13 21:20:36','2012-08-14 04:20:36','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup.com</a> </strong>not too long ago.  They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since.  Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy.  Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\">Afghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!</span></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Have you ever eaten Afghan food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">How \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is Little Roo safe in your world???</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPlease share in the comment section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photos courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-19','','','2012-08-13 21:20:36','2012-08-14 04:20:36','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(11001,1,'2012-08-13 21:22:14','2012-08-14 04:22:14','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10978\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10978\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10978\" title=\"600_143510722\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143510722-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My friend and his wife formed <strong><a href=\"http://www.meetup.com/East-Valley-Ethnic-Food-Club/\" target=\"_blank\">The East Valley Ethnic Food Club on Meetup.com</a> </strong>not too long ago. They\'ve been inviting me to show up ever since. Sometimes I\'ve been legitimately busy. Other times, I\'ve been \"meh\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEthiopian?  Been there, done that.  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nVietnamese?  <a href=\"http://www.azeats.com/cyclo/default.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Justina\'s Vietnamese food</strong></a> is the best.  Why would I go anywhere else?  Meh.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Food?  There\'s such a thing?  Seriously?  I\'ll go!  (As long as I don\'t have to eat kangaroo.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAussie Night was rescheduled.  Hmph.  (And yes, it turns out that they serve Little Roo.  Ewwww.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\">Afghan food?  I have no idea what Afghan food consists of.  I\'ll go!</span></strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI schlepped all the way to the East, East, East Valley with an open mind and a curious palate.  From my house, the restaurant seemed as far away as Afghanistan which made the experience feel more authentic somehow.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nApproximately 25 people descended on the tiny restaurant to make new friends and try something new.  Everyone was extraordinarily friendly.  Conversation and orders of hummus flowed freely.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe hummus was yum.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd so was this carbolicious delight that I ordered.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10979\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10979\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10979\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10979  \" title=\"IMG00217-20120728-1423\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00217-20120728-1423-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> I didn\'t record the name of this dish, but it was stuffed with potatoes and some other veg and spices. It was accompanied by a lovely creamy dill sauce.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOther people opted to not eat like a child and ordered a more balanced meal.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10980\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10980\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10980\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10980 \" title=\"600_143511392\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/600_143511392-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Chicken, rice, greens, etc. Yes, I should have written down the name in case I couldn\'t find a menu online. :-o[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNice as these peeps were, I was somewhat taken aback (and horrified, really) when EVERYONE passed on dessert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI practically tackled the waitress as she drifted away from the table to sneak in an order of chai.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_10981\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=10981\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10981\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-10981 \" title=\"IMG00219-20120728-1510\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/IMG00219-20120728-1510-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Some sort of magical chai potion that tasted faintly of rosewater but nostalgically resembled Strawberry Quick.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy Review of <a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/dining/articles/20120613ariana-kabob-amp-gyros-mesa-offers-taste-afghanistan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Ariana Kabob &amp; Gyros</strong></a>?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWarm and accomodating staff.  (The waitress, bless her, asked us if we wanted separate bills.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nDelish and nutrish food.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBonus:  Clever and creative Meetup hosts and guests.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>2 enthusiastic thumbs up!  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or should it be forks up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Or hummus-drenched pitas up?)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs for the Meetup Group, I\'ll be back for the rescheduled Aussie night.  I will pass on Little Roo.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Have you ever eaten Afghan food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">How \"ethnic\" will you go when it comes to your food?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is Little Roo safe in your world???</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPlease share in the comment section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAfghan rug and balanced meal photos courtesy of Official East Valley Ethnic Food Group Photographer Extraordinaire, Rose Meyers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHazy carbolicious dish and rosewater-chai-resembling-Strawberry-Quick photos taken with my ancient Crackberry.  Yes, I STILL do not have an iPhone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #30:  Afghan Food','','inherit','open','open','','10975-revision-20','','','2012-08-13 21:22:14','2012-08-14 04:22:14','',10975,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/13/10975-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(11003,1,'2012-03-06 21:27:40','2012-03-07 04:27:40','[caption id=\"attachment_9625\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"The Jammy Brigade\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-694/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9625\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9625\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110005-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy friends are obsessed with jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFirst, there are my friends at work.  At Noble Publishing Superpower, we are granted a telecommute day or two a week.  From numerous conversations that I\'ve had with my fellow telecommuters, the biggest draw of the telecommute day is the ability to work in our jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nEpic tales of Working in Jammies are spun to new employees who have to wait an<em> entire 6 months</em> before they are eligible for telecommuting.  The new employees can hardly bear the anticipation of 6 months that suddenly feels like an <em>eternity</em>.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nForget the steady salary, the bonuses, the benefits, and the great culture.  What can possibly outshine Working in Jammies?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>What is it about jammies that cause grownups to drool?</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIs it because jammies make us feel comforted and nurtured as we did when we were children?  If you were a good girl or boy and put on your jammies when asked the first time, then you might win the right to curl up on the sofa with a warm glass of milk and cookies?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmm . . . . That memory lane ritual does it for me.  It was a loooooooong, eye-crossing day at work today, and I could use a bit of cookies &amp; milk therapy right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy friend, Dawn, (you might remember her as <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/05/day-19-poolside-palm-reading/\" target=\"_blank\">Sister Dawn Catherine</a></strong>) (no, she\'s not a nun, it\'s just her nickname) (but she was schooled by nuns) (and the nun memories are not as warm &amp; fuzzy as the milk &amp; cookies) (so I\'m not really sure why it\'s her nickname) recently celebrated her birthday.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dawn is Queen of Birthdays.  Unlike some women who start to dread their birthday past the age of 29, Dawn greets birthday after birthday with glee.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis year Dawn planned her own Birthday Brunch.  She invited us girls over for a breakfasty-lunchy feast.  Dawn is World\'s Best 2nd Grade Teacher, a career designation which translates to Uber-Nurturing Personality both inside and outside of the classroom.  Which means, YES, the BIRTHDAY GIRL cooked for US as a celebration of HER birthday, and somehow we selfish wenches allowed it.  Because it\'s Mama Dawn (her alternate nickname), and it feels oh so good to be pampered and loved.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dawn had only one request of her borderline opportunist party guests.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Dress code:  Jammies.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWe happily obliged.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBecause it\'s Mama Dawn and when she asks, we obey the first time.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9626\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Birthday Girl cooking up a storm for her party guests. I am so ashamed. But WOW those cinnamon rolls were DELISH!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-695/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9626\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9626\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110001-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor showing up at noon in our jammies, we were rewarded not only with milk &amp; cookies, but also with waffles, eggs, bacon, muffins, chocolate, fruit, bagels, cinnamon rolls, and a few other delights that I can\'t remember because I\'ve celebrated 42 birthdays and this is what happens to your brain at 42, you 29 year-olds who think 30 is old.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, yeah.  I also had to purchase my first set of \"cheaters\" a few weeks ago.  They\'re hottie ones in the style of <a href=\"http://www.lisaloeb.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Lisa Loeb</strong>,</a> but still.  Just you wait, 29ers.  Just you wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAll of this aging talk makes me want my warm milk &amp; cookies therapy pronto.  I\'m off to put on my jammies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut before I go . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd before you\'re too freaked out, 29ers . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And this goes for the 30-something crowd as well . . . .)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>Allow me to let you in on another secret:  </strong></span><span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>I wouldn\'t go back to 29 for anything.  </strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800080;\"><strong>And each year I am <em>still</em> ecstatic over my birthday.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYou\'ll see what I mean when you get there.  It\'s well worth the wait.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n************\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWho would like to join our Jammies Brigade?  Share your favorite jammies rituals below in the comments section.  Even though the milk &amp; cookies thing never gets old, let\'s be open to new ideas in the name of self-care.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_9627\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous photo of Cutest Party Guest\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/02/21/playdate-6-pajama-brunch/olympus-digital-camera-696/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-9627\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-9627 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/P2110002-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #6:  Pajama Brunch','','inherit','open','open','','9616-revision-85','','','2012-03-06 21:27:40','2012-03-07 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Power!','','inherit','open','open','','11005-revision-3','','','2012-08-28 20:25:30','2012-08-29 03:25:30','',11005,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/28/11005-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(11009,1,'2012-08-28 20:26:01','2012-08-29 03:26:01','\r\nRaindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens are lovely, but my favorite thing is to watch a puppy playdate between World\'s Most Precious Pooch and her best pal, Ziggy.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/PGoOa-1Wpvw\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen></iframe>','Playdate #31:  Puppy Power!','','inherit','open','open','','11005-revision-4','','','2012-08-28 20:26:01','2012-08-29 03:26:01','',11005,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/28/11005-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(11010,1,'2012-08-28 20:26:32','2012-08-29 03:26:32','Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens are lovely, but my favorite thing is to watch a puppy playdate between World\'s Most 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Power!','','inherit','open','open','','11005-revision-6','','','2012-08-28 20:27:00','2012-08-29 03:27:00','',11005,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/28/11005-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(11012,1,'2012-08-28 20:27:32','2012-08-29 03:27:32','Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens are lovely, but my favorite thing is to watch a puppy playdate between World\'s Most Precious Pooch and her best pal, Ziggy.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/PGoOa-1Wpvw\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat are a few of YOUR favorite things?','Playdate #31:  Puppy Power!','','inherit','open','open','','11005-revision-7','','','2012-08-28 20:27:32','2012-08-29 03:27:32','',11005,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/28/11005-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(11013,1,'2012-08-28 20:27:54','2012-08-29 03:27:54','Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens are lovely, but my favorite thing is to watch a puppy playdate between World\'s Most Precious Pooch and her best pal, Ziggy.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/PGoOa-1Wpvw\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat are a few of YOUR favorite things?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #31:  Puppy Power!','','inherit','open','open','','11005-revision-8','','','2012-08-28 20:27:54','2012-08-29 03:27:54','',11005,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/28/11005-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(11014,1,'2012-08-28 20:28:18','2012-08-29 03:28:18','&nbsp;\r\n\r\nRaindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens are lovely, but my favorite thing is to watch a puppy playdate between World\'s Most Precious Pooch and her best pal, Ziggy.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/PGoOa-1Wpvw\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat are a few of YOUR favorite things?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #31:  Puppy Power!','','inherit','open','open','','11005-revision-9','','','2012-08-28 20:28:18','2012-08-29 03:28:18','',11005,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/08/28/11005-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(11219,1,'2012-09-29 01:11:59','2012-09-29 08:11:59','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/28/playdate-35-have-you-ever-urban-experimented/olympus-digital-camera-764/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11221\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-11221\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P9030001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Or have you ever had a place on your fairly local \"To Visit\" list for . . . . oh . . . . 17 years and then finally got around to visiting?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI\'m embarrassed to say that I heard about Arcosanti in 1995 when I moved to Arizona.  I think it was in the \"Welcome to Arizona\" brochure or something similar.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI was intrigued by Arcosanti\'s claim to fame:  the famous wind bells designed by Italian artist Paolo Soleri.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYes, I said wind <em>bells</em>, not wind <em>chimes.  </em>There\'s a difference.  Which you will hear for yourselves in just a sec.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhat is Arcosanti, you ask?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nIt\'s an urban laboratory experiment in the middle of the desert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOr as <a href=\"http://www.arcosanti.org/community\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>their website</strong></a> states:  \"Arcosanti is an urban laboratory focused on innovative design, community, and environmental accountability. Our goal is to actively pursue lean alternatives to urban sprawl based on Paolo Soleri\'s theory of compact city design, <strong><em><a href=\"http://www.arcosanti.org/arcology\" target=\"_blank\">Arcology</a> </em></strong>(<em>arc</em>hitecture + ec<em>ology</em>).\"\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere are approximately 60 adults and children that call Arcosanti home, and this number increases during workshop season.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nGroovy, huh?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nYep.  You guessed it.  Arcosanti was born in the 70s.  It\'s got hippy written all over it.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI have a sudden urge to break out into <a href=\"http://www.veoh.com/watch/v6366488pdF6JYTp?h1=EAGLES+-+PEACEFUL+EASY+FEELING\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>\"Peaceful Easy Feeling\"</strong></a> right about now.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFOR 17 YEARS I\'ve wanted to visit Arcosanti.  And then one day a few weeks ago A New Friend invited me.  In fact, New Friend suggested it as a \"Playdate Idea\".\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSee?  I really do listen to your suggestions, dear readers.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNew Friend and I schlepped 1.5 hours out into the desert to enter the Urban Laboratory.  (Technically, it took 2 hours because we were yakking away and passed the exit by a long shot.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/28/playdate-35-have-you-ever-urban-experimented/olympus-digital-camera-765/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11222\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11222\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P9030003-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/28/playdate-35-have-you-ever-urban-experimented/olympus-digital-camera-766/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11223\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11223\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P9030005-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe desert really is beautiful, no?  Don\'t you get a peaceful easy feeling just looking at it?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd you thought the Eagles were high when they wrote that song.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/28/playdate-35-have-you-ever-urban-experimented/olympus-digital-camera-770/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11230\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11230\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P90300071-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11229\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P90300201-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" />\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOk, so the Eagles were undoubtedly high for most (if not all) of the 70s, but my point is that you don\'t need to get high to enjoy the beauty of the desert.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis has been a PSA by Late Bloomer.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/28/playdate-35-have-you-ever-urban-experimented/olympus-digital-camera-767/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11233\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11233\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P9030014-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/28/playdate-35-have-you-ever-urban-experimented/olympus-digital-camera-771/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11243\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11243\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P9030019-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI am one of those people on a tour that doesn\'t hesitate to ask questions.  Lots and lots of questions.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI try to filter my questions, as I want my fellow tour members to have the opportunity to pose their own questions.  However, I\'ve observed throughout the years that most people suddenly become shy and clam up in tour situations.  I therefore feel a responsibility and a duty to pipe up so that the tour guide doesn\'t develop a complex.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe Arcosanti tour was no exception.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nMy tour questions tend to be relevant and (if I may say so myself) interesting.  Upon seeing this site on the Arcosanti tour, what would have been your question?\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/28/playdate-35-have-you-ever-urban-experimented/olympus-digital-camera-768/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11239\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11239\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P9030025-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFor me, it was obvious.  We were touring a peaceful easy kinda place.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Me:  </strong>\"How often are there pool parties down yonder?\"\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Tour Guide:</strong>  \"Pretty often.\"\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Me:</strong>  \"Are they . . . . you know . . . . <em>free</em>?\"  * wink, wink *\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Tour Guide:</strong>  \"Huh?\"\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Me:</strong>  \"You know . . . . au natural?  In the buff?  Bathing suit optional?\"\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Tour Guide:</strong>  \"No.\"\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Me:</strong>   \"Oh.\"\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n* awkward silence *\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Me:</strong>  \"Well . . . . I bet there were plenty of naked pool parties here in the 70s!\"\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Tour Guide:</strong>  \"I don\'t think so.\"\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong></strong><strong>Me: </strong> <em>Riiiiight.</em>  And there\'s some beachfront property in that neighboring Arizona town that the guys from The Eagles will sell you after this tour is over.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOk, ok!  Enough of my irreverence!  Arcosanti is a unique and special place.  I highly recommend a visit. Plan to come at lunch for a delish and nutrish smorgasbord of homemade delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh, yes.  And then there\'s the famous wind bells.  They are made by artisans at Arcosanti, and you can locate them all over the property.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/28/playdate-35-have-you-ever-urban-experimented/olympus-digital-camera-772/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11244\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11244\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P9030013-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/28/playdate-35-have-you-ever-urban-experimented/olympus-digital-camera-773/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11245\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11245\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P9030015-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTake a look and listen for yourselves.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/zu_YqU1aKZI\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOddball that I am, I waited 17 years to descend on Arcosanti and didn\'t buy a bell.  Can you believe this???\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.cosanti.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Cosanti</strong>,</a> here I come!  And I promise to be quicker this time around.  I am currently building my secret garden patio, and I will need to add finishing touches in approximately 17 days.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #35: Have You Ever Urban Experimented?','','publish','open','open','','playdate-35-have-you-ever-urban-experimented','','','2012-09-28 14:57:03','2012-09-28 21:57:03','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=11219',0,'post','',4),(11017,1,'2012-09-05 01:11:09','2012-09-05 08:11:09','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/05/playdate-32-carvel-a-love-story/olympus-digital-camera-753/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s^ fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/05/playdate-32-carvel-a-love-story/dscn0175/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grown women received their fix.  Jennie\'s^ June layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/05/playdate-32-carvel-a-love-story/samsung/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(^Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/05/playdate-32-carvel-a-love-story/20120904_183229/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting the fam.  Feeling a bit playful, she switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/05/playdate-32-carvel-a-love-story/olympus-digital-camera-755/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/05/playdate-32-carvel-a-love-story/olympus-digital-camera-754/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself by writing a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','publish','open','open','','playdate-32-carvel-a-love-story','','','2012-09-05 07:13:54','2012-09-05 14:13:54','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=11017',0,'post','',13),(11018,1,'2012-09-02 21:21:15','2012-09-03 04:21:15','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-753','','','2012-09-02 21:21:15','2012-09-03 04:21:15','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(11019,1,'2012-09-02 21:34:36','2012-09-03 04:34:36','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 alignleft\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.','Playdate #32:  Carvel! ','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision','','','2012-09-02 21:34:36','2012-09-03 04:34:36','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/02/11017-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(11020,1,'2012-09-02 21:36:53','2012-09-03 04:36:53','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 alignleft\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.','Playdate #32:  Carvel! ','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-2','','','2012-09-02 21:36:53','2012-09-03 04:36:53','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/02/11017-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(11021,1,'2012-09-03 19:26:16','2012-09-04 02:26:16','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 alignleft\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel.  The two little girls suddenly found themselves without (list favs) (m\'s fav and j\'s vav)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls:  NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nLuckily, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al and partake in numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on soft serve.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  (Phoenix, orlando, etc.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut most often, they enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been successful at making converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nc and c photo\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAugust 2012\n\n&nbsp;\n\nwho now enjoys choco crunchies.  J sometimes gets crazy and orders\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel!  (x2)','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-3','','','2012-09-03 19:26:16','2012-09-04 02:26:16','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/03/11017-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(11022,1,'2012-09-03 19:27:17','2012-09-04 02:27:17','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 alignleft\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>My Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel.  The two little girls suddenly found themselves without (list favs) (m\'s fav and j\'s vav)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls:  NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nLuckily, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al and partake in numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on soft serve.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nTheir most fond Carvel memory resides in the summer of 1985\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  (Phoenix, orlando, etc.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut most often, they enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been successful at making converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nc and c photo\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAugust 2012\n\n&nbsp;\n\nwho now enjoys choco crunchies.  J sometimes gets crazy and orders\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel!  (x2)','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-4','','','2012-09-03 19:27:17','2012-09-04 02:27:17','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/03/11017-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(11023,1,'2012-09-03 20:11:19','2012-09-04 03:11:19','','DSCN0175','','inherit','open','open','','dscn0175','','','2012-09-03 20:11:19','2012-09-04 03:11:19','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(11024,1,'2012-09-03 20:14:21','2012-09-04 03:14:21','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\n\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel.  The two little girls suddenly found themselves without (list favs) (m\'s fav and j\'s vav)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls:  NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nLuckily, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al and partake in numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on soft serve.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nTheir most fond Carvel memory resides in the summer of 1985\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  (Phoenix, orlando, etc.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut most often, they enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been successful at making converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"alignleft  wp-image-11023\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1555\" height=\"1166\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nc and c photo\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAugust 2012\n\n&nbsp;\n\nwho now enjoys choco crunchies.  J sometimes gets crazy and orders\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-5','','','2012-09-03 20:14:21','2012-09-04 03:14:21','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/03/11017-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(11025,1,'2012-09-03 20:14:48','2012-09-04 03:14:48','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel.  The two little girls suddenly found themselves without (list favs) (m\'s fav and j\'s vav)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls:  NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al and partake in numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on soft serve.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTheir most fond Carvel memory resides in the summer of 1985\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  (Phoenix, orlando, etc.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut most often, they enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been successful at making converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nc and c photo\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAugust 2012\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nwho now enjoys choco crunchies.  J sometimes gets crazy and orders\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-6','','','2012-09-03 20:14:48','2012-09-04 03:14:48','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/03/11017-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(11032,1,'2012-09-03 20:45:30','2012-09-04 03:45:30','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-755','','','2012-09-03 20:45:30','2012-09-04 03:45:30','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(11028,1,'2012-09-03 20:38:30','2012-09-04 03:38:30','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\n\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel.  The two little girls suddenly found themselves without (list favs) (m\'s fav and j\'s vav)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls:  NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nLuckily, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al and partake in numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on soft serve.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nTheir most fond Carvel memory resides in the summer of 1985\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  (Phoenix, orlando, etc.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut most often, they enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been successful at making converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nc and c photo\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAugust 2012\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11027\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11027\"><img class=\"alignleft  wp-image-11027\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P82000441.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1642\" height=\"2189\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nwho now enjoys choco crunchies.  J sometimes gets crazy and orders\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-7','','','2012-09-03 20:38:30','2012-09-04 03:38:30','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/03/11017-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(11030,1,'2012-09-03 20:41:03','2012-09-04 03:41:03','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\n\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel.  The two little girls suddenly found themselves without (list favs) (m\'s fav and j\'s vav)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls:  NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nLuckily, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al and partake in numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on soft serve.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nTheir most fond Carvel memory resides in the summer of 1985\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  (Phoenix, orlando, etc.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut most often, they enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been successful at making converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nc and c photo\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAugust 2012\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11027\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11027\"><img class=\"wp-image-11027 alignnone\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P82000441.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"355\" height=\"473\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nwho now enjoys choco crunchies.  J sometimes gets crazy and orders\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-9','','','2012-09-03 20:41:03','2012-09-04 03:41:03','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/03/11017-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(11029,1,'2012-09-03 20:38:58','2012-09-04 03:38:58','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel.  The two little girls suddenly found themselves without (list favs) (m\'s fav and j\'s vav)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls:  NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al and partake in numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on soft serve.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTheir most fond Carvel memory resides in the summer of 1985\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  (Phoenix, orlando, etc.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut most often, they enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been successful at making converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nc and c photo\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAugust 2012\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11027\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11027\"><img class=\"wp-image-11027 alignnone\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P82000441.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"591\" height=\"788\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nwho now enjoys choco crunchies.  J sometimes gets crazy and orders\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-8','','','2012-09-03 20:38:58','2012-09-04 03:38:58','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/03/11017-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(11031,1,'2012-09-03 20:43:04','2012-09-04 03:43:04','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-754','','','2012-09-03 20:43:04','2012-09-04 03:43:04','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(11033,1,'2012-09-03 20:41:24','2012-09-04 03:41:24','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel.  The two little girls suddenly found themselves without (list favs) (m\'s fav and j\'s vav)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls:  NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLuckily, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al and partake in numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on soft serve.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTheir most fond Carvel memory resides in the summer of 1985\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  (Phoenix, orlando, etc.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut most often, they enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been successful at making converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nc and c photo\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAugust 2012\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11027\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11027\"><img class=\"wp-image-11027 alignnone\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P82000441.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"355\" height=\"473\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nwho now enjoys choco crunchies.  J sometimes gets crazy and orders\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-10','','','2012-09-03 20:41:24','2012-09-04 03:41:24','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/03/11017-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(11034,1,'2012-09-03 20:50:25','2012-09-04 03:50:25','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\n\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel.  The two little girls suddenly found themselves without (list favs) (m\'s fav and j\'s vav)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls:  <a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nLuckily, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al and partake in numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on soft serve.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nTheir most fond Carvel memory resides in the summer of 1985\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  (Phoenix, orlando, etc.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut most often, they enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been successful at making converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nc and c photo\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAugust 2012\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nwho now enjoys choco crunchies.  J sometimes gets crazy and orders\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11031\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-11','','','2012-09-03 20:50:25','2012-09-04 03:50:25','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/03/11017-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(11035,1,'2012-09-04 16:00:58','2012-09-04 23:00:58','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\n\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (M\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (J\'s fav), but also . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nLucky for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new Carvel delights.  Ok, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night offered soft serve Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  (Phoenix and Orlando are the spots that they have currently scouted out.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut most often, they enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been quite successful at making converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAugust 2012\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nwho now enjoys choco crunchies.  J sometimes gets crazy and orders\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11031\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-12','','','2012-09-04 16:00:58','2012-09-04 23:00:58','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(11036,1,'2012-09-04 16:15:00','2012-09-04 23:15:00','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\n\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nLucky for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new Carvel delights.  Ok, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night offered soft serve Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been quite successful at making converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe End\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUpdate:  The Summer of 2012\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a swirl with chocolate sprinkles.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nTwo weeks ago yesterday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the official Carvel of Her Yourth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe End for Reals.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n**********\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWhich ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-13','','','2012-09-04 16:15:00','2012-09-04 23:15:00','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(11041,1,'2012-09-04 16:32:51','2012-09-04 23:32:51','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\n\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nLucky for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new Carvel delights.  Ok, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night offered soft serve Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe End.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUpdate:  The Summer of 2012\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a swirl with chocolate sprinkles.  add text from today (info)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the official Carvel of Her Yourth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe End for Reals.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n**********\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWhich ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-18','','','2012-09-04 16:32:51','2012-09-04 23:32:51','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(11037,1,'2012-09-04 16:15:38','2012-09-04 23:15:38','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLucky for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new Carvel delights.  Ok, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night offered soft serve Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been quite successful at making converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUpdate:  The Summer of 2012\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a swirl with chocolate sprinkles.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the official Carvel of Her Yourth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End for Reals.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhich ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-14','','','2012-09-04 16:15:38','2012-09-04 23:15:38','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(11038,1,'2012-09-04 16:15:50','2012-09-04 23:15:50','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLucky for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new Carvel delights.  Ok, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night offered soft serve Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been quite successful at making converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUpdate:  The Summer of 2012\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a swirl with chocolate sprinkles.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the official Carvel of Her Yourth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End for Reals.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhich ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-15','','','2012-09-04 16:15:50','2012-09-04 23:15:50','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(11039,1,'2012-09-04 16:15:58','2012-09-04 23:15:58','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLucky for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new Carvel delights.  Ok, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night offered soft serve Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been quite successful at making converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUpdate:  The Summer of 2012\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a swirl with chocolate sprinkles.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the official Carvel of Her Yourth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End for Reals.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhich ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-16','','','2012-09-04 16:15:58','2012-09-04 23:15:58','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(11040,1,'2012-09-04 16:18:27','2012-09-04 23:18:27','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLucky for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new Carvel delights.  Ok, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night offered soft serve Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUpdate:  The Summer of 2012\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a swirl with chocolate sprinkles.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the official Carvel of Her Yourth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End for Reals.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhich ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-17','','','2012-09-04 16:18:27','2012-09-04 23:18:27','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(11042,1,'2012-09-04 16:33:02','2012-09-04 23:33:02','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nLucky for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new Carvel delights.  Ok, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night offered soft serve Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 alignnone\" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUpdate:  The Summer of 2012\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a swirl with chocolate sprinkles.  add text from today (info)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the official Carvel of Her Yourth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End for Reals.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWhich ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-19','','','2012-09-04 16:33:02','2012-09-04 23:33:02','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(11043,1,'2012-09-04 20:36:21','2012-09-05 03:36:21','Carvel for breakfast!  This cone is chock full o\' calcium!  Delish and nutrish!  :-D ','SAMSUNG','','inherit','open','open','','samsung','','','2012-09-04 20:36:21','2012-09-05 03:36:21','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(11044,1,'2012-09-04 20:42:56','2012-09-05 03:42:56','','20120904_183229','Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw.  My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983!  Shame on you for stealing her thunder!  ','inherit','open','open','','20120904_183229','','','2012-09-04 20:42:56','2012-09-05 03:42:56','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229.jpeg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(11045,1,'2012-09-04 20:45:13','2012-09-05 03:45:13','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\n\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to Carvel to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  O.k., so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe End\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUpdate:  The Summer of 2012\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe End for Reals.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n**********\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-20','','','2012-09-04 20:45:13','2012-09-05 03:45:13','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(11046,1,'2012-09-04 20:45:40','2012-09-05 03:45:40','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to Carvel to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  O.k., so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUpdate:  The Summer of 2012\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End for Reals.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-21','','','2012-09-04 20:45:40','2012-09-05 03:45:40','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(11047,1,'2012-09-04 20:45:46','2012-09-05 03:45:46','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to Carvel to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  O.k., so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUpdate:  The Summer of 2012\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe End for Reals.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-22','','','2012-09-04 20:45:46','2012-09-05 03:45:46','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(11048,1,'2012-09-04 20:49:35','2012-09-05 03:49:35','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to Carvel to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  O.k., so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie tells them it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>The End</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>The End for Reals.</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-23','','','2012-09-04 20:49:35','2012-09-05 03:49:35','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-23/',0,'revision','',0),(11049,1,'2012-09-04 20:50:37','2012-09-05 03:50:37','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to Carvel to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  O.k., so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie tells them it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>The End</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>The End for Reals.</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-24','','','2012-09-04 20:50:37','2012-09-05 03:50:37','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-24/',0,'revision','',0),(11050,1,'2012-09-04 20:51:15','2012-09-05 03:51:15','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to Carvel to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  O.k., so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie tells them it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>The End</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>The End for Reals.</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-25','','','2012-09-04 20:51:15','2012-09-05 03:51:15','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-25/',0,'revision','',0),(11051,1,'2012-09-04 20:54:10','2012-09-05 03:54:10','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\n\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to Carvel to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  O.k., so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie tells them it\'s crap.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n**********\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-26','','','2012-09-04 20:54:10','2012-09-05 03:54:10','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-26/',0,'revision','',0),(11052,1,'2012-09-04 20:57:44','2012-09-05 03:57:44','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\n\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to Carvel to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  OK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie tells them it\'s crap.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n**********\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-27','','','2012-09-04 20:57:44','2012-09-05 03:57:44','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-27/',0,'revision','',0),(11053,1,'2012-09-04 20:59:07','2012-09-05 03:59:07','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\n\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to Carvel to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  OK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie tells them it\'s crap.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n**********\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-28','','','2012-09-04 20:59:07','2012-09-05 03:59:07','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-28/',0,'revision','',0),(11054,1,'2012-09-04 21:00:54','2012-09-05 04:00:54','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to Carvel to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  OK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie tells them it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-29','','','2012-09-04 21:00:54','2012-09-05 04:00:54','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-29/',0,'revision','',0),(11055,1,'2012-09-04 21:01:08','2012-09-05 04:01:08','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to Carvel to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  OK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie tells them it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-30','','','2012-09-04 21:01:08','2012-09-05 04:01:08','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-30/',0,'revision','',0),(11056,1,'2012-09-05 07:14:26','2012-09-05 14:14:26','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\n\nMy sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s^ fav), but also . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nHORROR of horrors!\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThis past summer, both grown women received their fix.  Jennie\'s^ June layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(^Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting the fam.  Feeling a bit playful, she switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n**********\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself by writing a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-autosave','','','2012-09-05 07:14:26','2012-09-05 14:14:26','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(11057,1,'2012-09-04 21:01:24','2012-09-05 04:01:24','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to Carvel to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  OK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie tells them it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-31','','','2012-09-04 21:01:24','2012-09-05 04:01:24','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-31/',0,'revision','',0),(11058,1,'2012-09-04 21:02:54','2012-09-05 04:02:54','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them with numerous trips to Carvel to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  OK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie tells them it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-32','','','2012-09-04 21:02:54','2012-09-05 04:02:54','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-32/',0,'revision','',0),(11059,1,'2012-09-04 21:04:29','2012-09-05 04:04:29','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  OK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie tells them it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.  (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-33','','','2012-09-04 21:04:29','2012-09-05 04:04:29','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-33/',0,'revision','',0),(11060,1,'2012-09-04 21:06:43','2012-09-05 04:06:43','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  OK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie tells them it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone. (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-34','','','2012-09-04 21:06:43','2012-09-05 04:06:43','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-34/',0,'revision','',0),(11061,1,'2012-09-04 21:08:29','2012-09-05 04:08:29','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  OK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie tells them it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone. (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-35','','','2012-09-04 21:08:29','2012-09-05 04:08:29','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-35/',0,'revision','',0),(11063,1,'2012-09-04 21:09:33','2012-09-05 04:09:33','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  OK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone. (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-37','','','2012-09-04 21:09:33','2012-09-05 04:09:33','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-37/',0,'revision','',0),(11062,1,'2012-09-04 21:08:57','2012-09-05 04:08:57','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.  OK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone. (Since it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-36','','','2012-09-04 21:08:57','2012-09-05 04:08:57','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-36/',0,'revision','',0),(11064,1,'2012-09-04 21:13:35','2012-09-05 04:13:35','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-38','','','2012-09-04 21:13:35','2012-09-05 04:13:35','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-38/',0,'revision','',0),(11065,1,'2012-09-04 21:17:13','2012-09-05 04:17:13','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting the fam.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-39','','','2012-09-04 21:17:13','2012-09-05 04:17:13','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-39/',0,'revision','',0),(11066,1,'2012-09-04 21:19:42','2012-09-05 04:19:42','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* June layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting the fam.  Feeling a bit daring and playful, she switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-40','','','2012-09-04 21:19:42','2012-09-05 04:19:42','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-40/',0,'revision','',0),(11067,1,'2012-09-04 21:20:27','2012-09-05 04:20:27','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy Sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* June layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting the fam.  Feeling a bit daring and playful, she switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-41','','','2012-09-04 21:20:27','2012-09-05 04:20:27','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-41/',0,'revision','',0),(11068,1,'2012-09-04 21:21:24','2012-09-05 04:21:24','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy sister might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* June layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting the fam.  Feeling a bit daring and playful, she switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-42','','','2012-09-04 21:21:24','2012-09-05 04:21:24','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-42/',0,'revision','',0),(11069,1,'2012-09-04 21:21:34','2012-09-05 04:21:34','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* June layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting the fam.  Feeling a bit daring and playful, she switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-43','','','2012-09-04 21:21:34','2012-09-05 04:21:34','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-43/',0,'revision','',0),(11070,1,'2012-09-04 21:23:48','2012-09-05 04:23:48','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s* fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s* June layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(*Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting the fam.  Feeling a bit daring and playful, she switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-44','','','2012-09-04 21:23:48','2012-09-05 04:23:48','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-44/',0,'revision','',0),(11071,1,'2012-09-04 21:24:44','2012-09-05 04:24:44','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s^ fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s^ June layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(^Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting the fam.  Feeling a bit daring and playful, she switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-45','','','2012-09-04 21:24:44','2012-09-05 04:24:44','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-45/',0,'revision','',0),(11072,1,'2012-09-04 22:02:50','2012-09-05 05:02:50','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s^ fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s^ June layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(^Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting the fam.  Feeling a bit daring and playful, she switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-46','','','2012-09-04 22:02:50','2012-09-05 05:02:50','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-46/',0,'revision','',0),(11073,1,'2012-09-04 22:29:02','2012-09-05 05:29:02','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s^ fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s^ June layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(^Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting the fam.  Feeling a bit playful, she switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-47','','','2012-09-04 22:29:02','2012-09-05 05:29:02','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-47/',0,'revision','',0),(11074,1,'2012-09-04 22:30:19','2012-09-05 05:30:19','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s^ fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie\'s^ June layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(^Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting the fam.  Feeling a bit playful, she switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself by writing a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-48','','','2012-09-04 22:30:19','2012-09-05 05:30:19','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/04/11017-revision-48/',0,'revision','',0),(11075,1,'2012-09-05 07:13:53','2012-09-05 14:13:53','[caption id=\"attachment_11018\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11018\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11018\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11018 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200043-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Hampton Bays, NY[/caption]\r\n\r\nMy sissie might be the only one who \"gets\" this post, but so be it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOnce upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nUntil one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle\'s fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny\'s^ fav), but also . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd here\'s the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudgie_the_Whale\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(And no Cookie Puss either!)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHORROR of horrors!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nFortunately for them, the two little girls\' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father treated them to numerous trips to Carvel where they gorged themselves on soft serve cones.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAs they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new and different Carvel delights.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOK, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night\'s featured soft serve was Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>This Carvel via New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.</strong>  </span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSometimes, the two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.  But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThey have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11023\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"560\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11023\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11023\"><img class=\"wp-image-11023 \" title=\"DSCN0175\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSCN0175.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"420\" /></a> World\'s Most Precious Niece and Nephew in 2005. Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe two grown women have always loved Carvel and always will.  Even though their Aunt Bonnie insists that it\'s crap.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: medium;\"><strong>The End</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Carvel:  A Love Story:  The Sequel</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis past summer, both grown women received their fix.  Jennie\'s^ June layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a a sprint to the neighboring terminal to indulge in a swirl cone.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nSince it was breakfast time, Jennie wisely left off the sprinkles.  Because that would be waaaayyyy too much sugar at breakfast, and our mother raised us to start the day off healthfully!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11043\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11043\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11043\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11043\" title=\"SAMSUNG\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/2012-06-07-09.20.00-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Carvel for breakfast! This cone is chock full o\' calcium! Delish and nutrish! :-D[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(^Jennie changed the spelling of her name in 1983 when our grandmother sent her a necklace with an alternative spelling.  My sister would like to point out that this was long before Carrie Bradshaw thought she was all that with her name necklace.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11044\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11044\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11044\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11044\" title=\"20120904_183229\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/20120904_183229-300x224.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a> Eat your heart out, Carrie Bradshaw. My sister rocked this necklace as a 6th grader in 1983! Shame on you for stealing her thunder![/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nTwo weeks ago Monday, Michelle relished a vanilla soft serve while visiting the fam.  Feeling a bit playful, she switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11032\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11032\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11032\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11032\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8200044-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a> 8-20-12. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nAnd since you can never have just one, Michelle journeyed to the Official Carvel of Her Youth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11031\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11031\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11031\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11031 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8210063-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> 8-21-12. Jobs Lane, Southampton, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>The End for Reals.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n**********\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium; color: #800000;\"><strong>Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself by writing a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.</strong></span>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #32:  Carvel:  A Love Story','','inherit','open','open','','11017-revision-49','','','2012-09-05 07:13:53','2012-09-05 14:13:53','',11017,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/05/11017-revision-49/',0,'revision','',0),(11076,1,'2012-09-11 01:11:46','2012-09-11 08:11:46','&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"614\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/11/playdate-33-my-favorite-ocean-beaches/olympus-digital-camera-756/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\" wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"614\" height=\"461\" /></a> Me and Nana. End of August 2012. Hampton Bays, NY.[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere\'s no place like home.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.  Especially the tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWithin seconds of stepping onto these beaches, I am 5 again.\r\n&nbsp;\r\nI am completely at peace.\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nNot a care in the world.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11080\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"614\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/11/playdate-33-my-favorite-ocean-beaches/olympus-digital-camera-758/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\" wp-image-11080 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"614\" height=\"461\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (and yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI filmed this Long Island Beach Immersion Experience just for you. Savor the sights and the sounds. I only wish that I could pump in the salty breezes for you.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nCome to think of it, I also wish that I had thought to bring along my iPad for a more pleasantly professional video experience.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut this video captured with my point-and-shoot will give you the illusion of 1974. When I was really 5.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nHow accidentally retro of me.\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below. You\'re not going to believe her biological age!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning. ZUMBA!!! Yep. You\'re not going to believe it, all right.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','publish','open','open','','playdate-33-my-favorite-ocean-beaches','','','2012-09-10 20:34:11','2012-09-11 03:34:11','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=11076',0,'post','',10),(11077,1,'2012-09-06 20:02:03','2012-09-07 03:02:03','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','Me and Nana.  End of August 2012.  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20:08:52','2012-09-07 03:08:52','[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana[/caption]\r\n\r\nThere\'s no place like home\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe width=\"480\" height=\"360\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen></iframe>','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-2','','','2012-09-06 20:08:52','2012-09-07 03:08:52','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/06/11076-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(11080,1,'2012-09-06 20:12:11','2012-09-07 03:12:11','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to 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wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana*[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThere\'s no place like home.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.  Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11080\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-11080\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-5','','','2012-09-10 15:27:55','2012-09-10 22:27:55','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(11084,1,'2012-09-10 15:34:55','2012-09-10 22:34:55','[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana*[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThere\'s no place like home.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.  Especially the tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWithin seconds of stepping onto these beaches, I am 5 again.  I am at complete peace.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11080\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11080\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11080\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (And yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n&nbsp;\n\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\n\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-6','','','2012-09-10 15:34:55','2012-09-10 22:34:55','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(11087,1,'2012-09-10 15:35:56','2012-09-10 22:35:56','[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" 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src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (And yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n&nbsp;\n\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\n\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-9','','','2012-09-10 15:35:56','2012-09-10 22:35:56','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(11085,1,'2012-09-10 15:35:32','2012-09-10 22:35:32','[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana*[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere\'s no place like home.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.  Especially the tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul 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height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\r\n\r\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-7','','','2012-09-10 15:35:32','2012-09-10 22:35:32','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(11086,1,'2012-09-10 15:35:35','2012-09-10 22:35:35','[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana*[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere\'s no place like home.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.  Especially the tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWithin seconds of stepping onto these beaches, I am 5 again.  I am at complete peace.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11080\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11080\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11080\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (And yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\r\n\r\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean 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height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\r\n\r\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-10','','','2012-09-10 15:37:00','2012-09-10 22:37:00','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(11089,1,'2012-09-10 15:38:05','2012-09-10 22:38:05','[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana*[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere\'s no place like home.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.  Especially the tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWithin seconds of stepping onto these beaches, I am 5 again.  I am at complete peace.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11080\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11080\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11080\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (And yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n* P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean 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height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n* P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-12','','','2012-09-10 15:38:10','2012-09-10 22:38:10','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(11091,1,'2012-09-10 15:38:26','2012-09-10 22:38:26','[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana*[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere\'s no place like home.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.  Especially the tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWithin seconds of stepping onto these beaches, I am 5 again.  I am at complete peace.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11080\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11080\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11080\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (And yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\r\n\r\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean 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tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWithin seconds of stepping onto these beaches, I am 5 again.  I am at complete peace.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11080\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11080\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11080\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (And yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\r\n\r\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-14','','','2012-09-10 15:38:30','2012-09-10 22:38:30','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(11093,1,'2012-09-10 15:41:12','2012-09-10 22:41:12','&nbsp;[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana*[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere\'s no place like home.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.  Especially the tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWithin seconds of stepping onto these beaches, I am 5 again.  I am at complete peace.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11080\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11080\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11080\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (And yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n\r\nI filmed this Long Island Beach Immersion Experience just for you.  Savor the sights and the sounds.  I only wish that I could pump in the salty breeze for you.  \r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\r\n\r\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-15','','','2012-09-10 15:41:12','2012-09-10 22:41:12','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(11094,1,'2012-09-10 15:42:11','2012-09-10 22:42:11','&nbsp;[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana*[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere\'s no place like home.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.  Especially the tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWithin seconds of stepping onto these beaches, I am 5 again.  I am at complete peace.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11080\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11080\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11080\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (And yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n\r\nI filmed this Long Island Beach Immersion Experience just for you.  Savor the sights and the sounds.  I only wish that I could pump in the salty breeze for you.  \r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\r\n\r\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-16','','','2012-09-10 15:42:11','2012-09-10 22:42:11','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(11095,1,'2012-09-10 15:42:14','2012-09-10 22:42:14','&nbsp;[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana*[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere\'s no place like home.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.  Especially the tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWithin seconds of stepping onto these beaches, I am 5 again.  I am at complete peace.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11080\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11080\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11080\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (And yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n\r\nI filmed this Long Island Beach Immersion Experience just for you.  Savor the sights and the sounds.  I only wish that I could pump in the salty breeze for you.  \r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\r\n\r\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-17','','','2012-09-10 15:42:14','2012-09-10 22:42:14','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(11096,1,'2012-09-10 15:43:47','2012-09-10 22:43:47','&nbsp;[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana*[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n\nThere\'s no place like home.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n(Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.  Especially the tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\n\n&nbsp;\n\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWithin seconds of stepping onto these beaches, I am 5 again.  I am at complete peace.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_11080\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11080\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11080\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (And yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n\n\nI filmed this Long Island Beach Immersion Experience just for you.  Savor the sights and the sounds.  I only wish that I could pump in the salty breeze for you.  \n\n&nbsp;\n\nOh.  I also wish that I had thought to bring along my iPad for a more pleasantly professional video \n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\n\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\n&nbsp;\n\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D\n&nbsp;\n&nbsp;','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-18','','','2012-09-10 15:43:47','2012-09-10 22:43:47','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(11097,1,'2012-09-10 15:44:41','2012-09-10 22:44:41','&nbsp;[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana*[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere\'s no place like home.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.  Especially the tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWithin seconds of stepping onto these beaches, I am 5 again.  I am at complete peace.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11080\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11080\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11080\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (And yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n\r\nI filmed this Long Island Beach Immersion Experience just for you.  Savor the sights and the sounds.  I only wish that I could pump in the salty breeze for you.  \r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh.  I also wish that I had thought to bring along my iPad for a more pleasantly professional video experience.  But this video captured with my point-and-shoot will seem more nostalgic.  Just like when I was 5.  \r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-19','','','2012-09-10 15:44:41','2012-09-10 22:44:41','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(11098,1,'2012-09-10 15:44:54','2012-09-10 22:44:54','&nbsp;[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana*[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere\'s no place like home.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.  Especially the tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWithin seconds of stepping onto these beaches, I am 5 again.  I am at complete peace.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11080\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11080\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11080\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (And yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n\r\nI filmed this Long Island Beach Immersion Experience just for you.  Savor the sights and the sounds.  I only wish that I could pump in the salty breeze for you.  \r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh.  I also wish that I had thought to bring along my iPad for a more pleasantly professional video experience.  But this video captured with my point-and-shoot will seem more nostalgic.  Just like when I was 5.  \r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-20','','','2012-09-10 15:44:54','2012-09-10 22:44:54','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(11099,1,'2012-09-10 15:44:56','2012-09-10 22:44:56','&nbsp;[caption id=\"attachment_11077\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11077\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11077\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11077 \" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170001-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Me and Nana*[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThere\'s no place like home.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nI have been to beaches up the West Coast, down the East Coast, across the Gulf, and over to Hawaii, the Bahamas, British Columbia and Italia.  I love them all.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n(Well....I\'m not particularly fond of the Gulf of Mexico.  Especially the tar-filled Texas Gulf beaches.  Bleck.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nBut none of these beaches stir my soul like the beautiful beaches of Long Island.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nWithin seconds of stepping onto these beaches, I am 5 again.  I am at complete peace.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_11080\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11080\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-11080\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-11080\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/P8170010-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a> Nana*, Auntie I and Uncle John (who is known to fall asleep ANYWHERE, including an impromptu visit to the ocean) (And yes, he really does smile in his sleep!)[/caption]\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n\r\nI filmed this Long Island Beach Immersion Experience just for you.  Savor the sights and the sounds.  I only wish that I could pump in the salty breeze for you.  \r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nOh.  I also wish that I had thought to bring along my iPad for a more pleasantly professional video experience.  But this video captured with my point-and-shoot will seem more nostalgic.  Just like when I was 5.  \r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<iframe src=\"http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGQ-uuEhWVU\" frameborder=\"0\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\"></iframe>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n*  Nana just celebrated her birthday.  How old do you think she looks?  Guess in the comments section below.  You\'re not going to believe it!\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n** P.S.  She started her birthday with a Zumba class in the morning.  ZUMBA!!!  :-D\r\n&nbsp;\r\n&nbsp;','Playdate #33:  My Favorite Ocean Beaches','','inherit','open','open','','11076-revision-21','','','2012-09-10 15:44:56','2012-09-10 22:44:56','',11076,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/09/10/11076-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0);
