Ice cream 101: part three
On Thursday my son Cameron and I took a short ride from our Ansonia home to the Whittemore Tavern, 114 S. Main St., Seymour, to sample some Whittemore Ice Cream.
In the 18th century, when Seymour was part of Derby, it was owned by Turell Whittemore.
We often drive past the historic building - famous for being the site in March, 1780 where a group of men gathered to plan a raid on the Bethany home of
Capt. Ebenezer Dayton - but never stopped there.
So it was time to give the place a try. I ordered a cone with toasted almond ice cream topped with chocolate sprinkles.
It was delicious. I can't remember ever having toasted almond ice cream before. I've led a sheltered life.
Cameron got a cup of Moose Tracks ice cream covered with mixed nuts and whipped cream. He gave it a thumbs up.
There is indoor seating in air-conditioned comfort available. We opted to brave the heat and sit outside under an umbrella at one of six picnic tables.
I made a decision while there: no more cones.
What was I thinking? I ended up wearing toasted almond and sprinkles on my arms, my fingers and even on my pants.
Next time I think I'll skip the sprinkles.
What a mess. I couldn't keep up with the melting.
Cameron told me he learned when he was little not to order cones. Smart young man I have there!
I probably taught him that, but forgot to take my own advice.
Would we go back? Yes, but not until we've visited some other ice cream shops on my ever-growing list.
In case you missed them, here are my
first and
second stops.
On to our next location...where will it be?
