SNO-CONES absolutely, 100% of the time, do it for me. I give ice cream a 3.5 in comparison to the above treat in a styrofoam cup. (There is, of course, no other way to serve this puppy.) The flavor is always the hardest decision to make, especially when you're standing in line, shoved right in the middle of a slew of 10 year old kids who ALL want the suicide. (Which, by the way, is the worst flavor and could quite possibly be the death of all sno-cones. Just sayin'...) So, then it's my turn, and my mouth is watering at the sight of this plastic board with all the flavors handwritten in permanent marker. Some marked off, some recently added, and some have been there since the beginning of time. Bubble Gum...Passion Fruit...Cherry Coca-Cola...Tigers Blood..Orangesicle...However you do it, do it right.
Appreciate the moment while you're at it, apparently Sno-Cone huts are more of a Southern thing. I'm almost heartbroken to know that some children will never know how it feels to jump out of the pool and head straight to the Bi-Lo parking lot for 1 oversized cup of sugary sweetness atop a huge chunk of shaved ice. Yumm.
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