Dryer’s Slow Churned Ice Cream and the Suburban Village
Scene: Friday night, dusk. My neighborhood.
Little girls run down the sidewalk wearing bathing suits. They just spent the past hour swimming in a pool that belongs to none of them, but rather a different neighbor who is happy to see the expensive pool get some use. Their wet hair hangs down their backs. They pause to whisper secrets into each others ears before they skip away. Their giggles echo in the cul-de-sac.
Teenage boys play basketball in a neighbors driveway. They try to act tough and cool, but they are just like overgrown 8yr olds. They straddle that fine line between childhood and adulthood, vacillating wildly between the two.
The younger boys ride their bikes around, as fast as their legs can pedal. They come to screeching stops leaving a trail of rubber from their tires behind. They jump off their bikes and let them crash down in the middle of the road as they run off to find salamanders in the storm drain of yet another neighbor’s house. Their faces are tan. Their knees are scraped. Their voices are loud.
Driveways are littered with toys that may or may not belong to the occupants of that particular house. The sidewalks are covered with hopscotch boards and chalk drawings, the graffiti of the suburbs.
I stand outside talking to some of the other parents. The street lights come on. Eventually it gets dark. The children mostly go inside grudgingly until there are just two families left outside playing in the street.
“Want to eat dinner with us?” I ask, knowing that I have a huge pot of chili on the stove. It is a Friday night. This is as exciting as it gets in the suburbs.
“We would love to. I’ll make root beer floats for dessert.”
Before I lived in this house, I thought neighborhoods like this were a myth. But by pure luck we have found a place were people do more than wave on their way out of the driveway. We have found a place where people care about each other and look out for each others children. A place where we share the small moments of our lives, the moments that bookend our days, the moments that tend to be forgotten. But in the end, it is those which matter the most.
Oh, and don’t forget the root beer floats. Because that is where the true excitement lies.
Would you like a chance to win an ice cream party for your entire neighborhood?
Simply go to the Dreyer’s/ Edy’s website to win one of 1,500 Dreyer’s/Edy’s® Slow Churned® Neighborhood Salutes. Each winning neighborhood will scoop up a doorstep delivery of Dreyer’s/Edy’s® Slow Churned® Light ice cream (with half the fat than regular ice cream, Slow Churned® gives neighbors even more reason to celebrate!). The package includes all of the fixings (cups, bowls, scoops, etc. and of course, ice cream, to host a summer block party for up to 100 guests.)
I totally wish I was eligible to enter this since we have just decided that for my daughter’s birthday party we are going to have a Make-Your-Own-Icecream-Sundae-Princess/Pirate party. Phew, was that enough hyphens for you or what?
Enter by May 29th at 11:59 PM (ET) for a chance to win a neighborhood “>slow-churned ice cream party.
In order to win Neighborhood Salute, people have to tell us why their neighborhood deserves to win a party in 350 words or less.
Offical rules and boring stuff:
No duplicate comments.
You may receive an additional entry by linking on twitter and leaving a link in the comments.
You may receive an additional entry by blogging about this contest and leaving a link in the comments.
This giveaway is open to US residents, 18 and older
Winners will be selected via random draw, and will notified by e-mail.
You have 48 hours to get back to me, otherwise a new winner will be selected.
Please see the official rules here: Official Rules
And since not all of you can win an ice cream party for your neighborhood, leave me a haiku about ice cream in the comments and I will chose ten(10) of you to receive a coupon for a free 1.5 quart of Dreyer’s/Edy’s slow churned ice cream.