I remember the short curvy tongue depressors that came individually wrapped in white paper, which are now sadly no longer included in the plastic sack encasing the double stack of paper cups of creamy brown and white. A plastic spoon just doesn't feel the same...
The Hoodsie was never something I would enjoy at home, as my parents tended to pick up a brick of neapolitan for such summertime treats. Rather, the Hoodsie cup was the special prize of Color Day at the end of the academic year throughout my elementary career.
And so, when the Hoodsie cup made an appearance at the bbq I was at most recently, I of course had to have myself one.
