Friday, April 10, 2015

I is for Ice Cream

Before I could read, Mom bought a set of encyclopedias from a traveling salesman.  By the time I needed to use them for school, they were somewhat outdated.  But this is not a story about encyclopedias or traveling salesmen.

Along with that set of encyclopedias came two sets of story collections.  One of my sisters has the two volume set, and I have the eight volume set missing volume 3.  The books are red, thus my sisters and I called them “The Red Books.” (The correct title for the series is Book Trails.  Many nights out bedtime stories were from those books.  We each had our favorites.  One of mine was about ice cream.  The story was written in folktale form by Frances R. Sterrett, a fiction writer in the early 1900’s.



In a nutshell we learn that ice cream was invented in the Kingdom of Perhaps (don't you love that name?) where from October 1 to May 1 the king would only drink very, very hot beverages, and from May 1 to October 1 he would only drink very, very cold beverages.  His favorite summer beverage was cream made as cold as possible and served with different flavored syrups each day of the week.  The head cook had seven daughters and changed their names to the names of the syrups – the eldest being named Strawberry for that was the type of syrup the king used on Sunday.

Strawberry and the ice boy, Adoniram, were able to make the cream colder than it had ever been in the past.  However the king demanded that it be made colder and then colder.  So on Tuesday, Vanilla accidentally dumped her syrup into the cream while it was being made colder.  Because they were almost out of time they rolled the tin can about in the chunks of ice to make it colder.  The result was a vanilla tasting cream so thick it had to be eaten with a spoon. 
The King was so pleased that Strawberry received her 10 promised golden rings which she shared with her six sisters and Vanilla received five golden rings because she came up with the idea of putting the syrup directly into the cream.  And of course, it’s implied that they live “Happily Ever After” because everyone loves ice cream, and they invented it.


I could find no reference to this story on the internet, but I did come up with a site for an ice cream place near San Francisco named “The King’s Cream.”   The books (not mine) are for sale.  Here's a link to ebay.

6 comments:

Sue Kuentz said...

Well, I certainly want to visit The Kingdom of Perhaps! What a splendid tale to share with all of us who are screaming for more ice cream And more stories!

Stories by Julie said...

Sue, I think in the Kingdom of Perhaps, we have the opportunity to try things out we are not sure will work, but Perhaps ...

Sue Kuentz said...

Well, I certainly want to visit The Kingdom of Perhaps! What a splendid tale to share with all of us who are screaming for more ice cream And more stories!

pamfaro said...

Fun! :-D

storytellermary said...

So that's (perhaps) how we came to have ice cream ;-)

Stories by Julie said...

Perhaps, Mary. That's the fun of the Kingdom of Perhaps!

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