After a long day during the heat wave, I came home with nothing but ice cream on my mind. I parked the car and raced up the stairs to my boyfriend, who immediately threw down his video game controller and pulled on a shirt. We noticed police tape alongside our block, though that’s not exactly unusually in our neck of Brooklyn. We knew we could hit up an ice cream shop without crossing the tape, and we rounded the block unphased.
The first cop we passed wouldn’t tell us what was happening. The second cop told us to turn around NOW, that we shouldn’t have crossed the tape. We explained that we hadn’t. Then he insisted on us showing how we even accessed the point where he was standing. So we backtracked. He didn’t apologize, but his face made it clear that he saw we were right. Whoever put up the tape didn’t properly section off the investigation area. Still, we asked him if we could keep going and get ice cream. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was the general acceptance of police activity where we live. Maybe it was our natural rebellious attitudes. Honestly, check all of the above.
“Absolutely not.”
We retreated up our block and toward a bodega where the owner had the deets: a shooting had taken place 20 minutes earlier. Somehow I had just missed the action during my commute. We came home with a pint of Cookies ‘n Cream.
This is all to say that the pull of ice cream on a summer night is strong. Recently, my client FoodNavigator-USA had me report on frozen treat market trends for now, the upcoming quarter, and going into next year. You can read my story here.
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