Yesterday in the Wisconsin Dells, we went to Noah's Ark, which — given the preponderance of large white vans with "TRUMP*PENCE" and "MAKE THE MASS LATIN AGAIN"* bumper stickers lurking about the parking lot — a man might be forgiven for assuming was one of those large-scale, religion-style recreations of biblical lore. It was, in fact, a leviathan waterslide park whose ubiquitous phantom aroma of corn dogs and squishy onion rings transported me to that timeless and weightless age before identity haircuts, savings accounts, and grades that meant you would never get to run on a major-party ticket with a man who used to cut for seconds at the Play-Doh buffet.**
Chief among the pleasures which needed to be ticked off the nostalgic bucket list of the childhood I never had were Dippin' Dots, a carbon-dioxide-frozen cousin of ice cream that was aptly described to me as, "The size and flavor of those bean bag pellets from the 80s." These ball bearings of dairy delight were an amusing novelty, but probably not worth bringing out west in the way that, say, good midwest Kopp's frozen custard is. I had Banana Split flavor, which you can observe in the photographs above.
* I can think of no finer way to get the youth flocking to church and thereby right the moral core of a listing nation. Perhaps this is actually a playful initiative by Satan.
** Did Mike Pence get good grades? Ultimately, I found this question uninteresting.
Julie (HiDeeHoGal)
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