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I'll have to give mad props to Phish Food myself. That's good eatin'. And since my mom grew up in rural Vermont, the corner store near my grandparent's place was selling Ben & Jerry's waaay back inna day. I've even visted the factory a few times. It's a hoot.
I've even visted the factory a few times. It's a hoot.
I have relatives in Vermont. Some time in the 80s my cousin Beth got married.
It was a daytime wedding, and eventually the guests drove away. Suddenly the family's fancy turned to ice cream. So my parents and aunts and uncles and cousins and I jumped into several cars and zoomed over to this place called Ben and Jerry's that supposedly had the best ice cream going. (I'd never heard of them.) It was a smallish building with a swing set outside. We were the only people there. We all sat on B and J's swings and had ice cream in strange and hilarious flavors, and Beth made her frothy dress ripple by swinging back and forth.
It was a perfect evening.
It doesn't even spoil the story to include the coda: Beth and Tom didn't stay married, but they're still friends and everybody's fine.
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