I Scream, You Scream

I Scream, You Scream

Why you should care

Because it’s cold, sweet and delicious. 

In the northern hemisphere the days are getting shorter, our minutes of daily sunlight attenuating, little by little, day by day. Sigh. The good news is that it is ice cream season. Here in Mountain View, we’ve replaced the 4pm coffee with 4pm ice cream cones and the attendant sugar spikes and falls, and soon, we imagine, we will have excuse to plop a scoop of vanilla into our morning coffee.

Such a storied treat has many stories around it, of course. In Ice Cream Scandals: A History of Scoops and Scams, we noted the discrepancy between ice cream’s reputation — all innocence and childhood — and the way it has featured in humankind’s darker sides. Here you’ll find the story of Israel’s Prime Minister’s very expensive, taxpayer-funded tastes in gelato, Dina Lohan’s alleged attempts to scam Carvel, the racist origins of the ice-cream truck jingle. Read more here.

Speaking of ice cream trucks and awfulness, there was also the years-long episode known as Scotland’s Ice Cream Wars. Throughout the 1980s, Glasgow’s ice cream vans became mobile fronts for rival criminal gangs selling stuff like cigarettes, hard drugs and stolen stereos. And then there was a murder. Read more here.

Palate cleanse on artisanal, manually churned SoCal ice cream here before you take three minutes to hear maybe the best ice cream story ever told: The Enduring Virtue of Eddie Murphy’s “Ice Cream Man.”



Square pegs. Round holes.