Yes, fantasy world. I’m living in one, and it centers around moving back to my small, Southern hometown to open an ice cream shop on our historic square.
As far as I know, there is no other ice cream shop in town. I would make my own ice cream, serving basic flavors as well as some more “out there” varieties. Candied bacon, perhaps? We would also offer a few seasonal flavors like pumpkin for fall or watermelon sorbet for summer. Of course, milkshakes, floats and sundaes would be on the menu. In addition to all the creamy goodness, we would serve non-fancy sandwiches like egg salad, chicken salad, etc. to retain SOME kind of business in the winter months when, I’m sure, people don’t have as much of a hankering for ice cream. Maybe a few salads, too (lettuce salads, not mayonnaise salads).
Oh, and I’d love to find an old soda cooler that holds glass bottles. You know, the kind with the bottle opener on the side?
I can only hope for a store with old wooden floors and exposed brick walls. It could be so cute and inviting! It would be a place families would take their kids, but adults could also come by on their lunch hour. It would be fun to see my old friends and classmates bringing their children in for some goodies. And my parents would be retired, so they could come hang out all day if they wanted. We would be open late enough on Friday nights for people to come by before the football game or a maybe a movie.
So, you see, it would be a lot of work, but it could also be a lot of fun once I got a good rhythm going. It would improve the feel of the square and aid the town’s tourism industry.
Surely I’m not the only one who has some sort of fantasy world going on in my head. What’s yours?