Growing up in Evergreen, Colo., Gillie Houston bought a “Push-Up” every time the ice cream truck rolled through her neighborhood in the “good old days back in the 1990s.”
Now, as a journalist living in Brooklyn, N.Y., Houston recently wrote about her love affair with Push-Up treats.
“The Push-Up cardboard
tube with its attached push-up stick and the soft, pastel-colored sherbet” was
“summertime heaven.”
“Tart and tangy to start, giving way to the sweet, creamy undertones. There was nothing like that saccharine, faux-citrus flavor, which still lingers in my memory to this very day,” Houston wrote. “It always, always, ended up getting all over your hands, coating them in a thin sugar glaze that gave off the scent of artificial oranges.”
“The cardboard cover always got a little soggy by the end, crumpling as the layer of condensation on the outside grew somewhat slimy, the plastic circle pushing upward from the bottom, revealing layer after layer of the sticky sherbet.”
“But in the end, there
was nothing like a Push-Up and still isn’t.”
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