Schwan's Ice Cream and Kenon

I can't remember when my mother decided to start ordering from the Schwan's man. He would drive his truck through our neighborhood and we used to see him carrying in cases of goodies to houses all around us. Occasionally he would stop at our house and leave a little order form with a brochure. He talked to Mom a bit and then she always said, "No thanks, not today..." But one day she finally gave in. I'm not sure what changed her mind, but I could guess she probably thought she didn't have anything for dinner and this would save her a trip to the grocery.

One of the first things she ordered was the little, frozen push pops. They're called Push-Ems and they came in two flavors- Orange and Raspberry. They definitely had a distinct flavor somewhere between yogurt and sherbet. I always thought the orange flavor was much better than the raspberry. They were very good and they didn't last in our freezer for too long. I remember my brother liking them a little bit more than me.

One day off of the school bus, we were walking down the street, turning the corner to our house and my brother saw the Schwan's truck parked in front of our house. He didn't even tell me what he was going to do before taking off at full force to make it there in time to see if Mom had gotten the Push Ems. By the time I made it to the house, the Schwan's man was pulling away and Kenon was running up to me with his ice cream. From the time the pops were delivered, it was almost a contest to see who could eat more. We would sneak into the freezer when no one was looking and run outside quickly to eat them so Mom didn't see us. She definitely used to say, "Not til after dinner," if she saw us looking for ice cream after school.

I haven't had one of these in a long time, but I bet they still taste the same. It wouldn't be the same if I didn't have one with my brother, though.