One of my earliest “cooking” memories is making popsicles with my mother. Mom had this set of popsicles moulds, nothing special, just empty, oblong shaped moulds, each with a brightly colored, reusable popsicle stick. Intended for children, they even had cut-outs of circus animals emblazoned on the stick. We never made outrageous frozen treats– simply frozen juice, or even lemonade, set to freeze for a few hours until pops were made. I think it was my mother’s attempt to raise a healthy child by avoiding processed, overly sugary snacks, but what I was always fascinated with was the prospect of freezing a liquid into a solid. That something so ordinary could magically transform into a frozen treat amazed me.
Well, those particular moulds are long gone; the child that they once served is now a married adult. But each summer, as the months progress and the temperature rises, I think back [...]
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