Ice Cream Diplomacy

In the early 1970’s I had the excellent experience of living and growing up for a couple of years in Mexico.  When we moved there, I hit the North American trifecta — as I was born in Canada and had been living in the United States.

Being exposed to a very different culture at an early age (I was eleven when we moved) had a huge impact on my life. It certainly helped shape my current world view — which became far more than the classic New Yorker’s view of the world.

Living in Mexico was fascinating — with its different language, its Aztec past, the great disparity of wealth among the classes, and earthquakes… among other things. While each of those made a big impression on me, there were also the smaller aspects of every day life that have stuck with me — like learning to eat a cuisine that remains one of my favorites.

One of my favorite memories was going to get ice cream. There was a store called “Danesa” which was right next to a bowling alley we would sometimes get to use. It was always a treat to have ice cream from there, and we would bring home hand-packed plastic containers of our favorite flavor.

When I was at my sister’s house for this past Thanksgiving, I discovered this in one of her cabinets:

The container had been packed by the movers when we returned to the US and it been in use for all this time! Wow. I was thrilled to see it and immediately confiscated it and brought it back with me to South Carolina. It now has a place of honor in my office.

While all this has nothing directly to do with Folbot, it does help explain why I enjoy working here so much — I get to interact with incredible people all over the world on an almost daily basis. It is an appreciation molded by those early years.

And I still love ice cream.

David A.


3 thoughts on “Ice Cream Diplomacy

  1. After a wonderful day of paddling one of my Folbots, I always stop for ice cream on the way home. There IS a direct connection to Folbots and ice cream….plus chocolate chip cookies…:-)
    Great story!

  2. It’s amazing how food can provide some of our most vivid memories of childhood. When I was twelve, I visited my best friend in Colombia, where his family had moved. I remember the mountains, the Amazon jungle, the people…but what I REALLY remember is the fresas con crema, the strawberries and sweet-sour cream, that we bought alongside the roadside everywhere we went.

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