Frozen Hoagies

It may be 60 degrees out in the shade, but when you see a pink and white truck with “FROZEN HOAGIES” hand painted across the front and sides, you darn well better stop. Summer isn’t the only time for ice cream, but if you’re hellbent on it being fall, just check out the seasonal flavors – pumpkin, maple, sweet cream, on a gingerbread or pumpkin cookie.

This truck was a new addition to our SOWA stroll, and the 6-people-deep line piqued our interest.  Up close, the details are perfect – the afore-mentioned hand painted lettering, carefully drawn whiteboard signs with the specials, a precocious, whip-smart little boy entertaining customers and answering questions about the product, the pure Massachusetts accent from his mother taking your order, and behind her, tupperware boxes stacked with tower upon tower of fragrant, homemade cookies.

There were some grumbles from the Mr., who had his heart set on a frozen yogurt all week, but they were quickly stifled after we were handed the sweet cream ice cream on gingerbread cookie monstrosity you see pictured above.  In fact, the first bite elicited the following comment: “F*!@% Pinkberry.” (Rest assured that this was uttered far out of hearing vicinity of the little boy, his mother, and all Frozen Hoagie patrons).

An avowed Twitter hater, the Mr. even said he might have to join it just to follow this truck’s feed and find out where it’s parked.  I’m inclined to agree.

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“Crossing That Dirty Water” Saturdays

With all the food and coffee gems in the South End, we rarely make the trip across the Charles to Cambridge, Somerville, Watertown, etc.  There just usually isn’t a contest between walking 5 minutes to Toro or Myers & Chang, or stoking the embers a slow, simmering rage sitting on Mass Ave at red light after red light in the car or bus. But as of late, we’ve been forcing ourselves to explore the environs across the river because when you think about it, three miles isn’t a far distance to travel to reach an area jam-packed with amazing destinations. Thus began the advent of “Crossing That Dirty Water” Saturdays.  Last Saturday saw visits to:

  • HiRise: Probably new to no one in Boston but if you just moved here, please boost it to the top of your list. The prices are high but reflect the quality of the sandwiches, coffees, baked goods, and jams. If you’re put off by straight-to-dour-faced staff, this probably isn’t the place for you, but I don’t mind if my coffee and sandwich aren’t served with a smile when they are this good.
  • Fresh Pond loop:  Took a walk but soon found the 8-foot tall chain link fence that blocked the spectacular view extremely depressing.  The golf course may require a second visit though – $23 for 9 holes on a short, walking course.
  • Porter Square shops:  Ever wonder where you get industrial-sized squirt bottles, deep-fryer baskets, 173 gallon stock pots, teeny tart and madeleine pans? China Fair.  They’ve also got lots of random kitchen tools and pieces, china (that’s a given), party wares, and a basement section full of 1980s era leftovers (i.e. a teeny, flimsy warmer with a small plastic bin for heating up frozen foods, like boxes of peas and corn). This place is appealing to anyone with an inclination for cooking, but go with a friend so you have someone to yell across the store to come look at this!

Today we made it to HiRise again and dodged big, fat raindrops to visit Christina’s Spice & Specialty Foods and Ice Cream place next door. It was verging on the impossible, but we managed to walk out with only a handful of things: Ceylon cinnamon sticks, Goldrush Old fashioned San Francisco Style Sourdough Style (has anyone tried this? I’ve always wanted to get some starter from a handkerchiefed friend with a 50-year old mother batch, but alas, no such friends have come forth), whole green cardamom pods, concentrated pomegranate juice, and beluga lentils.

At the ice cream shop, the Mr. opted for black raspberry with a topping of chocolate chunks and walnuts which he promptly inhaled. I got a scoop of butter almond (awesome) and a scoop of fresh mint (minty as promised but with a, dare I say, underlying flavor almost reminiscent of another fragrant green plant some people might be familiar with). The trip back to the South End was full of hydroplaning adventures, but we made it intact with a bunch of perishable dairy goods from the grocery store which are just the thing to buy in the wake of a hurricane that may kill the power.  If that’s the case, please come over and join our milk, eggs, and cheese party.