DQ, a/k/a Dairy Queen, has a marquis touting their new Orange Julius flavors.  I’m thinking that a Blizzard might be the better beverage for DQ to crow about given the temps this morning.  Another brisk and blustery two-mile walk, as I pulled my scarf higher on my neck and huddled down into my coat; when I departed this morning it was barely about freezing.  As to DQ, despite the cute curl on the top, DQ was never my go-to place for an ice cream cone.  It never beckoned me like Bob Jo’s Frozen Custard in Wyandotte or Calder Dairy here in Lincoln Park, both which never failed to disappoint.  The first trip of the season to Bob Jo’s to savor the luxuriously smooth and silky custard was one of the annual rites of Spring for my mom and me.  Whatever was our first work day off after they opened, usually Easter Monday, we would go to  Bob Jo’s; any other time – evening, weekend, it was crowded in their small parking lot.  My mom was a purist and nothing but vanilla custard on a plain cone ever touched her lips.  Yours truly usually only opted for chocolate on a sugar cone, occasionally straying to the dark side and having a chocolate/vanilla twist…but NEVER rolled in sprinkles or coconut.  We only went about once a month, but it was well worth the trip.  While I don’t eat ice cream anymore, I could conjure up some wonderful memories of frequent jaunts to the delightful Calder Dairy.  Calder’s rich and creamy ice cream is made at their farm in Carleton and always a delicious treat.  A Calder’s ice cream cone, while kind of pricey, was essentially massive mounds of ice cream that nearly toppled out of its base and the varieties offered rivaled Baskin & Robbins’ famous 31 flavors.  People packed the place, lined out the door and snaked through the parking lot on a hot Summer night or a weekend.  A high school friend worked at Calder Dairy during the Summer while attending college.   She would pack a generous cone whenever she was working and we stopped by.  Once my grandmother was visiting from Toronto, and, if I shut my eyes now, I can still see her face when I handed her a triple-scoop peach ice cream cone.  It was a look of awe and she was still eating it nearly an hour later.  And, by the way, when did the Dairy Queen become “DQ”?  I know Kentucky Fried Chicken became “KFC” so the word “fried” was not in their trademark name, but I must’ve missed when Dairy Queen took on the moniker “DQ”.  I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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