We all scream because the ice cream portions in Maine are so huge, even the adults cannot finish a kiddie scoop. Well, Anthony and my nephews might be brave -- or stupid? -- enough to order a small. Pay attention, because I will be posting something about ice cream in Paris, and you will see that the size of these smalls -- after they've been worked on for a while -- is already much larger than a Parisian large. So "small" or "kiddie," we all walk out there with tummy aches. Well, not the teenage nephews. The motto of CJ's Big Dipper is "We pack the biggest bowl in town," and they're not kidding.
But it may not be the biggest scoop in Maine itself. Last year, by Wilson Lake in Wilton, Maine (no Wilson/Wilton, that's no typo), we encountered an ice cream shop where the smallest size availabe, the so-called "single" scoop, was one scoop surrounded by other scoops pressed on. Did you know you could fit five scoops, like flower petals, around one small scoop, have it balance on the cone, and still call it a "single"? I never did till then. No, there are no photos for proof. Apparently, I was too busy stuffing my face to snap the picture.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. So most of us enjoy the blueberry-themed flavors (wild Maine blueberry sorbet, blueberry ice cream, blueberry cheesecake). Pippa finds them a little, shall we say, tangy.
And then, next door for a post-ice cream pint. Or quarter-pint for the half-pints, in this case. Of blueberry soda, that is; nobody believes their fake IDs.
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