Richard, at the start of this thread, I immediately thought of an event from Sunday.

Some background: Liv, the little girl in the picture, is from Oregon, where ice cream parlors like we have here are few and far between. Her mom is my dear friend, and they are on a trip across the country and back. The restaurant is Cabot's, a Newton, MA place that has been around for 40+ years, and is a family owned and run place. When I first moved to Newton after Paul and I got married, Aunt Bertha, then in her early eighties, took me for lunch there one day, and said, sotto voce, "You can order some food, but don't get much, we're really here for the ice cream."

Liv, having never been to a place that has a whole huge menu "just for ice cream" decided the banana split sounded yummy. She had no idea the size of the creation that would be placed in front of her!



When she had eaten all she could, she was stricken at the thought that she couldn't finish it all, and didn't want to waste it - so the good people at Cabot's took the rest, and blended into a "shake" in a big styrofoam cup with lid and straw for her to take with her. It was, quoting Caley, "Divine!"