I have no idea whatsoever who makes these things up, but somewhere, somehow, someone declared September 2nd National Blueberry Popsicle Day. Which is not to be confused with National Cherry Popsicle Day, which we just missed (it was August 26th), National Grape Popsicle Day (May 14th), or National Creamsicle Day (August 14th).
Oddly, there doesn’t appear (at least in Google) to be a National Orange Popsicle Day, a National Root Beer Popsicle Day, or a National Fudgesicle Day.
I mention these because I much preferred these flavors to the blueberry popsicle. Even though I was a child lover of all things blue – the most splendid birthday party I ever attended featured blue-dyed ginger ale and a cake with blue frosting – I never thought blueberry popsicles had all that much taste. Unlike the banana popsicle which had way too much.
When it came to quiescently frozen confections, I did like the two-toned popsicles of the mid-fifties (the age of the two-tone car), which featured tips with different colors/flavors than the main body of the popsicle.
Whatever the flavor, there were few things that made a summer’s day that were quite the equal of having a nickel to spend at Sol’s Maincrest Pharmacy on a popsicle. We all perfected the ability to smack the double-wide popsicle just so on the metal edge of Sol’s soda fountain counter so that it split perfectly in two. Then it could be shared with a friend. This required the confection to be perfectly (if not purely quiescently) frozen. If the popsicle were a bit soft and droopy, it was really hard to split.
Anyway, since there aren’t any days for some of the popsicles I like, I’m going to unilaterally declare them:
- In honor of my father, May 22nd is National Two-Tone Popsicle Day.
- June 1st, my half birthday, is National Fudgesicle Day.
These days are probably already taken up by other food stuffs since, apparently, every day of the year celebrates some food item or another.
Or so I learned when I started roaming around about National Blueberry Popsicle Day.
A few years ago, Amy Brantley rounded-up the September food days:
Tomorrow, we celebrate Welsh Rarebit Day. I’ve had Welsh Rarebit (which, when I was a kid, was more likely to be called Welsh Rabbit), and I like it just fine. What’s not to like about something that contains bread and cheese? But my main memories of Welsh Rabbit have to do with Louise Morgan, a Boston TV personality, who hosted a talk show of some sort in the early afternoon. The show was sponsored by S.S. Pierce, a grocer that specialized in echt New England, Yankee-style goods. I can clearly remember Louise, with her (probably put on) haute-WASP drawl, plunking for S.S. Pierce Welsh Rabbit and S.S. Pierce Lavender Refresher, which was some sort of lotion.
My mother wasn’t a big TV watcher, so she wasn’t all that interested in Louise Morgan. But Louise occasionally showed a Crusader Rabbit cartoon (theme song: Ten Little Indians). So, if it were miserable out, and we were stuck inside, we’d watch Louise Morgan after a true kiddy show – Big Brother Bob Emery – finished up.
On September 6th, we celebrate National Coffee Ice Cream Day, which is especially worth celebrating if that ice cream is part of a hot-fudge Sunday. Date Nut Bread has its day on September 8th Ah, date nut bread. My Aunt Margaret had an excellent recipe, which I make on occasion, as does my cousin Barbara, at whose home I had it a short while back.
For whatever reason, National Hot Cross Bun Day occurs on September 11th. I realize that Lent is movable, so you can’t really pin Ash Wednesday down, but isn’t Ash Wednesday the only time of the year when hot cross buns are available? So why 9/11? (Who designates these food days, anyway?)
TV Dinner. Cream Filled Donut. Linguini. Guacamole. Cheeseburger. Butterscotch Pudding. Cherries Jubilee. Crab Meat Newburg.
Oh, there’s something to please just about every palate, but I’m going to pick my spots.
This September, I will only be observing National Ice Cream Cone Day (September 22nd). I will honor this occasion by consuming a cone the traditional way: biting the tip off of the bottom of the sugar cone (don’t get me going on the horrors of the waffle cone) and sucking some of the ice cream out. Maybe I’ll have my annual peach cone. Or maple-walnut. (As a child, I always bit the tip off the cone, and it took me the longest time to figure out that if I did so, and didn’t eat the ice cream fast enough, it would melt out and dribble all over me.) Ice cream was, is, and always will be one of my favorite foods – just about perfect in every way (other than the calories; thank goodness for Ben & Jerry’s Fro-Yo).
I gre up in an ice cream house, and one of the ditties my father sang to us most often was:
When it’s too hot for comfort, and you can’t get no ice cream cones,
It ain’t no sin, to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones.
Fortunately, there have been few times in my life when you couldn’t get no ice cream cones. (How lucky to live in New England where, despite the weather, I do believe that per capita ice cream consumption is higher than just about anywhere.)
To end the month, National Hot Mulled Cider Day does seem to fit for September 30th, although with global warming it might have to move on into October or November.
Anyhow, as summer winds down, and popsicle-ideal days start to wane, let’s all enjoy National Blueberry Popsicle Day.
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