If you live in Maumelle, you know it’s a nice place to be in the summer. We have a great community pool, a couple of nice parks, a good produce stand, a couple of snow cone stands and a few places to get ice cream or yogurt treats. We’re probably one of the few communities our size to have two Sonic Drive-Ins within minutes of each other and a McDonald’s on each end of town.
One of my grandbuddies and I found a new snow cone place near Lake Willastein. The ones we enjoyed may be have been the best snow cones I’ve ever had. It’s called SugARush and their truck is parked in the parking lot of Little Scholars Academy at the corner of Club Manor and Audubon Drive. They are open Tuesday through Saturday from 4 p.m. to 8 p.m. The day we went, a line had formed at least 10 deep by 4 p.m.
Amy and Ronnie Davidson, who brought the business to Maumelle after spending time in New Orleans learning the art of ice shaving, own the truck.
So what, exactly, is a traditional New Orleans style sno-ball? It’s all in the how the ice is shaved, they told me. Unlike the ice pellets of a traditional snow cone, where the flavored syrup makes a mad dash to the bottom, the sno-ball’s ice holds onto its syrup, giving it a texture similar to that of sorbet.
Greg Henderson, who has a food blog called Rock City Eats, published a good report written by Austin Mabry.
“At SugARush they make their flavored syrups fresh each morning from real sugar, without any added preservatives. Currently, there are about 22 flavors offered on the menu (although this number quickly climbs once you start mixing) with special test flavors, like Cream of Coffee coming out every so often. When asked if they planned to keep the new “test kitchen” flavors coming, Amy replied, “I’ve got a lot of ideas for new flavors that I am working on.”
“The stars of their menu are the signature sno-balls. My personal favorite is the Key West, which is a Key lime pie flavored sno-ball stuffed with vanilla ice cream then drizzled with sweet cream, topped with whipped cream, and garnished with graham cracker crumbles. Grandpa’s Favorite is probably their most popular signature sno-ball. It consists of a butterscotch flavored sno-ball stuffed with vanilla ice cream, drizzled with caramel, then topped with a layer of whipped cream, and finally crowned with a Biscoff cookie.
“One word of caution, unless you come ready to put down a sizable amount of ice quickly, extreme temps will render your sno-ball mere soup within minutes. If you have one of those stainless insulated cups that are so popular, bring it with you and they will be happy to serve you with that, where it will last until the end of time.”
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Looking back on summers
When I was a kid, we couldn’t wait for summer so we could go outside. We had been cooped up in school for nine months and were ready for the months of freedom called summer. We’d get up first thing, get on our bikes and take off for the day, only to be reigned in by sunset. There was no real concern by our parents of our whereabouts. They knew we were all right.
I remember when we would be dropped off at the local country club to play golf on weekdays all day. As long as we behaved and didn’t bother the adults, we were OK.
Also, there were times for fishing or trying to lure a crawdad out of a creek with a string, safety pin and a piece of bacon or bologna.
We would make our own helium balloons from lye and aluminum foil to emulate the heroics of John Glenn and the burgeoning space program. We would sometimes even build a “space capsule” where a poor frog might meets its fate.
Peaches, watermelon, tomatoes, blackberries and muscadines were a juicy highlight. And probably the thing I miss the most was just visitin’. It seems to be art that can only be achieved and perfected by either living in a small town or possibly visiting a grandparent in a small town. So, get out and about and get your kids off those dang screens. There’s a whole world out there, but you might have to show it to them.
Father’s Day tributes
There are many good things about Facebook and one them is reading through all of the Father’s Day tributes. I found myself all misty-eyed after reading some of the tributes, remembering men I grew up around and men I’ve never met. Of course, it reminds you of your own dad, who, in my case, is no longer around. You never quit missing your parents.
See you on the Boulevard.
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