I am not a oenophile, I am an icecreamophile

Not long before returning to school, I came upon another used book to add to my collection. This one is called The Great American Ice Cream Book, written by Paul Dickson and published in 1973. The cover is the color of blue raspberry candy. In its center is a painting of shadowy girl with the face of a Cabbage Patch Doll and the shoulders of a linebacker. She is wearing a bow as large as her head and her legs are screwed in wrong, just like Blair Waldorf.

The book's content is as lovely as its presentation. Dickson describes ice cream with a reverence most food writers reserve for meat or wine. The book is filled with stories from the history of ice cream (such as the Great Ice Cream Orgy of 1946, which was not actually an orgy, just a nationwide surplus) and punctuated with advertisements and photographs. The best part is a list of terms used in "Soda Fountain Lingo," the verbal equivalent of the hobo code for soda jerks. Here are some of my favorites:

-Coney Island Chicken: Frankfurter
-Dog Soup: Water
-Eighty-Seven And A Half: Attractive female approaching
-First Lady: Spare ribs
-Ground Hog: Hot dog
-Hemorrhage: Ketchup
-Nervous Pudding: Jell-O
-Shoot It Yellow: Lemon Coke
-Twist It, Choke It, & Make It Cackle: Chocolate malted with egg