tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post1729394417157437442..comments2023-10-31T20:33:26.817+05:30Comments on Past Continuous: THE ICE-CANDY MANSucharita Sarkarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802171314546508539noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-35652011506627047472008-05-23T17:06:00.000+05:302008-05-23T17:06:00.000+05:30Oh really ... u bring back such wonderful memories...Oh really ... u bring back such wonderful memories. I hv memories of two ice-candy men ... one who use to come a-calling near home & the other one parked outside school. And my faves were the Kwality fudge & the ornage stick. When I was in school in Std 5 or 6, these ice-lollies came for Rs. 2 & now it's priced at Rs. 5, it seems (a friend who bought it for her son, recently told me). Not too much inflation really ... isn't it ?Piscean Angelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16593584850990296413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-30751705167513653062008-05-18T20:02:00.000+05:302008-05-18T20:02:00.000+05:30as a child i preferred the ice creams that came in...as a child i preferred the ice creams that came in cups, tubs and gallon cans to the rainbow ices on sticks; the latter lacked the luscious creaminess of a mouthful of double dutch, or cookies and cream. i wasn't partial to any flavor in particular, though i always loved cheese, mango and ube. i was, however, forbidden from eating the "dirty ice cream" being sold on the streets in push-carts; this kind of ice cream was made from coconut milk, which upset my stomach until i was around 10. whenever my family would buy ice cream on the street i would just watch them in dutiful resignation, while my mother droned the usual explanation about my stomach's pickiness. nowadays dirty ice cream is all i can afford...it's a cheap treat on a hot day. :)tinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03633542881365012088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-82772160617011107852008-05-18T03:40:00.000+05:302008-05-18T03:40:00.000+05:30I'm late with my comment. lol.I lived on this farm...I'm late with my comment. lol.<BR/>I lived on this farm and an ice cream man would come on a bike (motorcycle) on Sundays. I'd buy tovaks I think...not quite sure if that's the name or if it's kimo...a sort of fudge. Sometimes I'd share an ice cream cake with my big sisters. Nice days.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for comments on Play. It came easily...unlike the one I wrote today. Not even sure if I'll post it.Jaquanda Raehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08708548539660570655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-57617679500757720652008-05-15T03:52:00.000+05:302008-05-15T03:52:00.000+05:30Hi everybody,Thanks for all those mouth-watering m...Hi everybody,<BR/><BR/>Thanks for all those mouth-watering memories of ice-creams down the years.<BR/><BR/>Paul, as for your interest in Hindi music, I'll try to get some links for you to listen and enjoy.Sucharita Sarkarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07802171314546508539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-16821572536141818852008-05-15T01:39:00.000+05:302008-05-15T01:39:00.000+05:30Also, in answer to your question over the weekend:...Also, in answer to your question over the weekend:<BR/><BR/>'Does autobiography creep into your fiction?'<BR/>Yes, it certainly does - but only in that it will give me the starting point, or a punchline or an action point. Maybe it just gives me a detail.<BR/>I've sometimes started trying to encapsulate reality and gotten bored and made the rest up.<BR/>It's funny when people think the 'I' in the story is actually me.<BR/><BR/>As for the songs from old Hindi movies, I enjoy them too. Such films used to appear often on UK schedules, but it was only the pretty look of everything and everyone, plus the music that grabbed me.<BR/>Can you recommend any excellent pieces of such music?Paul Bernard Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08661133303797402251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-76225060408123168092008-05-15T01:33:00.000+05:302008-05-15T01:33:00.000+05:30I feel like you regress me whenever I read this bl...I feel like you regress me whenever I read this blog. It's very clever.<BR/>There was a very cheap ice-cream that you could get from the ice-cream van called a Mini-milk (I think they still make them). It was probably 20p, and it's what you had cos you were too young for a bigger one.<BR/>Then one day you have a bigger one, in a cone, dripping with raspberry. And, oh look, there's a flake in it! But then, no, you can't go back to Mini-milk. But when the van came a-calling, in the evening, after tea, all mum would let us have was a Mini-milk. And it really was a conundrum whether or not to accept her lesser offer...Paul Bernard Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08661133303797402251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-75887432987370728482008-05-12T15:33:00.000+05:302008-05-12T15:33:00.000+05:30yes, i did and had this person deliver it to our p...yes, i did and had this person deliver it to our place every day, every summer for years!Vartikahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04535453657377448919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-13238729400141481482008-05-12T07:49:00.000+05:302008-05-12T07:49:00.000+05:30OMG u reminded me of my Ice-cream addiction days! ...OMG u reminded me of my Ice-cream addiction days! When I was abt 5-6yrs old..there used to be an Ice-cream Van that came down our street...whenever I hear it's bell and see it's bright lights cruisin past our house, I used to run behind it with some money in my hands LOL!<BR/><BR/>Keshi.Keshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17147250771662427208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-91621689520983132772008-05-12T03:18:00.000+05:302008-05-12T03:18:00.000+05:30You bring back such wonderful memories! When I wa...You bring back such wonderful memories! When I was a little girl, we lived on Green Acres Road. It was a lively street of children in each home. When the Ice Cream truck would drive by, all he had to do was ring the bells on his truck and we came running (like Pavlov's dogs)<BR/><BR/>Now, when I hear the sound of the Ice Cream truck, yes, I admit, part of me wants to run like a child to get something. But now, I enjoy the snowballs (syrup over crushed ice). It's a favorite in the South with our seasons of "summer" and "summer light."Aletahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05605214202876973830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-38449020667929686572008-05-11T23:27:00.000+05:302008-05-11T23:27:00.000+05:30Well we had our version of ice candy when I was a ...Well we had our version of ice candy when I was a kid, it is made with ice shavings and the chinese guy, who was the vendor, he pours in the syrup, sweet corn, red beans and whole lotta stuff and make it into a ball and places it in a bowl. This is really nice to have in the afternoon, when it is hot.<BR/><BR/>sukkuSukkuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12110183761614933822noreply@blogger.com