It's been hot and sticky here in Greenport the last week or so, and I have been dreaming of Black Cows. When we were little, my six siblings and I loved this sweet treat our father made for us on sultry summer nights. They're called root beer floats in other parts of the country, but in Connecticut in the 1960s, we called them Black Cows. I haven't had one in years, so today I gave in to my craving. I got out one of my favorite Block Optic Depression glass tumblers and filled it with vanilla ice cream and root beer. I added a straw and a beautiful silver spoon then sat on my porch swing to enjoy it.
It was every bit as delicious as I remembered . . . . . . .
5 comments:
UMMMM! It looks delicious! Guess I'll have to pick up some root beer in town tomorrow, lol!
Black Cow? That's very interesting ~ I'd only ever called it a root beer float.
Lana
Yummo ! That drink looks so refreshing and yes, we call it a rootbeer float too.
Mmmmmmm my favorite!! I've always called them root beer floats, but I have heard of black cows...never knew they were one in the same! I haven't had one in a long time, but yours looks so good that I may just have to treat myself to one soon.
YuMMy! I'll be right over!!
Yum! That looks good! I didn't know they were called "black cows"! My husband and I have been having one every night this week! :)
Post a Comment