Two Jobs. One Only Sounded Cool.
Working as a Researcher Would Boost Her Résumé, But Scooping Ice Cream Left a Sweeter Taste, and Memories to Match
By Wanda E. Fleming
Special to The Washington Post Monday, StylePlus, September 1, 2008; Page C08
That summer Americans fell hard for premium ice cream, the expensive yolk-rich kind made of cane sugar and smooth half-and-half. The hunt for it spilled into the tiny parlor that sat on a street of upscale boutiques selling sapphires and suede boots. Customers abandoned plain chocolate and vanilla, and thumbed their noses at the neon-colored sherbets of childhood. They wanted the extravagant.
Running their hands along the glass cases we would later spray and wipe clean of fingerprints, they would pause at the boysenberry. They'd stare at the black walnut and eye the rum raisin. Then came the inevitable pointed finger and the words, "Could I get a taste of that?" .....
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