When I became a man I put aside childish things.
When I became a father I picked them back up again.
High up on this list is FREEZER POPS.
Until about a week ago, I probably have not had a freezer pop in 20 years.
My daughter had never had one in her three years as a being, but when we went to the supermarket and walked by a big cardboard box of unfrozen freezer pops in their specially designed box to attact kids’ attention, she immediately gravitated to it.
“Daddy, you buy this?” she asked, dragging the gaudy yellow box with smiling cartoon kids all over it.
I looked at the box. It was like $3.99 for a box of 1,000 Fred’s Brand freezer pops featuring real artificial colors and flavors.
“Umm, ok.” I put the box in the freezer and told them we’d try them tomorrow when I came home. The next day when I came home she was standing at the door reminding me that I said we could have freezer pops.
“I think they’re frozen now.”
So, I opened the box, and she chose a red one (Cherry? Strawberry?) I chose a purple grape one because purple grape is the best artificial type candy flavor.
“I think they’re for kids, Daddy. it’s Ok, you can have one.”
So I did.
MY GOD!!! How have I forgotten the sheer orgasmic pleasure of Freezer pops?
Unlike most other culinary pleasures, it is seemingly impossible to overindulge in freezer pops.
If you go to Outback Steakhouse and you order the Blooming Onion, you will start to get sick before you finish eating it. You can only eat so many pounds of ham before you feel like you are about to yack. Ice cream is so rich that it too has its limits.
Freezer Pops though, are infinite. Each one tastes as good as the first one. Their pleasure is never diminished and I think my daughter and I proved that it’s impossible to get full from freezer pops.
So we indulged in this hedonistic pospicle frenzy while watching Spongebob, rifling through the box until only green and yellow was left.
Freezer Pops.