OH WAITER, IS THAT A LIZARD?

In a conversation a few days ago the 'Bookselling Amphibian' remarked that they really had been the greatest generation, referring to the people who had become adults during the thirties and forties, and created the America of the nineteen fifties.
After all, they would enjoy a three martini lunch and still find their way back to the office.

[Bookselling Amphibian is a reader, frequent commenter, and friend of the blog. He sells books, he often signs himself as a smorgasbord of amphibians here. Hence the nick.]


THREE BIG BOWLS OF GIN

He does have a point. Admittedly cocktails were normal sized then. Not the big buckets of plonkum common today. But still.
After three martinis, the only thing most of us will be able to find with any ease at all is the floor.
Mmm, cold tiles, so comforting! Lovely coolness!

The office... perhaps not.

Certainly little actual work will be done after such a libationous repast.
Even if the cocktail glasses are normal size.


IT'S A BIRD, IT'S A PLANE. IT'S SUPER SUNDAE!

What he overlooked, however, was possibly their greatest achievement, far better than any rotgut repetition: the large happy ice cream confection.
Excessive and indulgent, but still innocent.
Big scoop, sauce, syrup, nuts. And maybe something bubbly.
Yes, I know the sundae was actually invented in the eighteen-nineties as amelioration for the Puritanism forced upon us by our disapproval-prone Bible-thumping brethren. But it came to its fullest most riotously over-the-top development in the span from Roosevelt to Kennedy.
Gorgeous gooey globs!

Ice cream is a great good.

It is the Teddy Bear among the foods.

[Your fuzzy stuffed lizard may disagree about this. Possibly that's confusion on his part, more likely jealousy. Pay him no mind. The Teddy Bear rules.]


The greatest generation really BELIEVED in the three scoop banana split.
A super-sundae of sinful proportions, better than the three martini lunch.

[Your Teddy Bear agrees - proper young people should NOT drink three martinis in succession, that's morally lax. The fuzzy stuffed lizard, on the other hand, tends towards licentiousness. But he's too small to lift a cocktail glass, and has a tendency to fall in.
It is doubtful that he ever makes it past the first drink. Out like a light.]

Three scoops, sprinkles and a drizzle, plus a banana. That just begs to be shared.

There is something exceptionally comforting about ice cream.
Noodles are also comforting.
Rice noodles can be eaten cold.

DOT DOT DOT

And at this point, the active mind naturally makes the leap: cherry noodles!
Cold rice noodles with pitted fresh cherries, a BIG scoop of French Vanilla, and a dollop of whipped cream. Perhaps with a drizzle of red syrup.

Cherry Noodles: something you can share with your Teddy Bear.

The fuzzy stuffed lizard agrees.

And it's probably the ONLY thing that should be served in a big bucket cocktail glass. Just don't be surprised if you find a sleeping lizard underneath the noodles.
Cold and comforting, lovely coolness!

The weather is finally warm again.
I need some shocking pink noodles.
And so do you.



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