My Google Alerts on the subject are full of family blogs where kids are having their first tastes of the stuff. YouTube yields a bunch of kiddos experiencing Superman Ice Cream from their highchairs.
Meanings, like tastes, change over the years. Some people say they grew out of Superman Ice Cream. I never did.
My girlfriend asked me what I wanted for my birthday. While all along she had planned to get me a Roku video player, my raving about the exceptional Netflix instant viewing on the Nintendo Wii pushed her to tearfully rescind the plot. I’ve been told since that I’m a “surprise ruiner”.
Ana (that’s her name) knows about my secret identity as a Superman Ice Cream blogger, but it was only at that time that I realized the need for her to join me as my super-sidekick in the fight against Superman Ice Cream-lessness.
So, I decided to reply to her no-win birthday present question with a more evasive answer: “Find me Superman Ice Cream here in California”, I said. You see, we’ve heard conflicting reports about the flavor’s history in the state.
She gave her all. She followed up on the lead that told us about how Kmart used to serve Superman Ice Cream at their snack bars. She called the local Baskin Robbins, who angrily hung up on her thinking it to be a prank. I’m proud to report that she called back and gave the petulant server hell. Wisely, she didn’t slip in the part about checking out SupermanIceCream.com as I’ve started to do in my inquiries. I wouldn’t want to see that hate mail!
Ultimately, we still haven’t found it out here, but it wasn’t for any lack of trying on her part. And it gets better. After a long day working in L.A. on Thursday, I came home to discover the finest surprise I could ask for:
Ana had shipped in a half gallon of Superman Ice Cream from Ray’s Ice Cream in Royal Oak, Michigan, A.K.A. just one more ice cream-related group who thought she was crazy to be seeking the Ice Cream of Steel from across the country.
But at least they knew what Superman Ice Cream was…and this was the Real McCoy! I dug right into the tub and tried to discern the different flavors in the mixture, reminding myself why I got involved in writing about this intriguing treat in the first place.
I could not spare her my embrace for a moment that night. Maybe it will seem silly to some, but I consider the search for this gift to be a true act of devotion.
It’s been about a year since I had last tasted Superman Ice Cream, and while my affection for the flavor has not waned a bit, I can tell you for sure that there is a new meaning to this whole adventure. For me, Superman Ice Cream will now be forever intertwined with memories of love.