At work on Saturday I had someone ask me a question that I've never been asked before. Of course I am asked every single time I work why you aren't allowed to mix flavors, and what are store hours are and things like that. But Saturday, man. It was something new.
Saturday was a pretty busy night. I had to scoop so much ice cream, which is nuts because I never scoop ice cream. So while I was standing in front of the nut flavors chatting up my high school buddies, a girl comes up to us and asks "How many calories were in my ice cream?" My high school buddy, Alex, and I looked at each other and then turned back to her and asked, "what flavor did you get?" and she replies "Bittersweet Mint."
So then Alex and I went to the back counter and opened up this massive book that has all of the nutritional information for all of the ice cream. We found Bittersweet Mint, after a little while because apparently high school kids don't know the alphabet very well, and saw that a cup of the flavor has 340 calories. Now I have no idea what the serving size is at the creamery, but I'm pretty certain that it's significantly more than a cup.
I told her this information about the calories and she looked quite upset and walked away. I don't understand who asks questions like how many calories are in my ice cream. Ice cream is delicious because it is so bad for you, don't worry about your calorie count.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Photo Op
The Creamery is a common stop in scavenger hunts that happen throughout the year for Penn State groups. They come in, write down ice cream flavors, take pictures, make a lot of noise and then never buy anything. On Monday, we were pretty sure it was that time of year again when huge groups of boys kept coming in and writing things down and taking absurd pictures. The one guy took a picture with a sausage and a bottle of milk. I made strange faces at these boys from behind the register and they laughed some more and continued to take pictures. Finally the boys wanted to check out, but checking out consisted of buying sausage and then asking to take a picture of me and my fellow employees. We don't usually have people ask to take our pictures they usually just want us to hold the ice cream for them and they take a picture of that, so this was a weird experience. We of course had to ask why and they said they were doing a project for CAS 100. Huh. So I, along with three of my other employees, will be part of a CAS 100 presentation. Super.
In other news, Strawberry Cheesecake isn't in three gallons anymore, crazy! Some flavors of note are Orange Vanilla Sundae (essentially a creamcicle in ice cream) and Black Cow (vanilla ice cream with rootbeer sherbet swirl). You should probably go try them and give me a better opinion on them. I hear Black Cow is a favorite. Sounds gross to me. They're both pretty easy to scoop to, so I won't be upset if you come in on say Saturday Night between 6-11 or Monday between 6-10 and ordered it!
In other news, Strawberry Cheesecake isn't in three gallons anymore, crazy! Some flavors of note are Orange Vanilla Sundae (essentially a creamcicle in ice cream) and Black Cow (vanilla ice cream with rootbeer sherbet swirl). You should probably go try them and give me a better opinion on them. I hear Black Cow is a favorite. Sounds gross to me. They're both pretty easy to scoop to, so I won't be upset if you come in on say Saturday Night between 6-11 or Monday between 6-10 and ordered it!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
It's That Time of Year Again...
Spring is just around the corner. Bringing flowers, warmer weather, lots of rain and of course Easter (or Pascha if you're an Orthodox Christian like me). With Easter comes the seven preparation weeks of Lent where, if you are a practicing Christian/lent-doer, you give up something to get ready for the holiday. At my church, we all give up meat and dairy for the entire lenten period. I am no vegetarian, and I have to admit cheese and ice cream are staples to my diet. Lent is a hard time for me. When I got my job at the Creamery last semester I did not even think about the lenten period that would come in the Spring...so of course I didn't take the time to realize that I would be surrounded by one of my favorite foods for seven weeks without being able to eat it. Woops. Monday was my first day scooping ice cream without the ability to eat it, and let me tell you it was rough. It will be interesting to see how the rest of Lent plays out.
Now back to the flavor of the week....
Strawberry Cheesecake is cheesecake flavored ice cream with strawberry swirl. It's easy to scoop and looks incredibly delicious, though I have never eaten it so I'm not sure how good it actually is. Maybe you should give it a try?
Nobody orders Strawberry Cheesecake and it is shocking to me! It sounds like such a good flavor, where can you go wrong with cheesecake and strawberry? I don't even know. But the good news about no one eating it is that since it's not being eaten, we will have the three gallons for a longer time. Which means I may potentially get to try it after Pascha! Oh hope, hope!
Now back to the flavor of the week....
Strawberry Cheesecake is cheesecake flavored ice cream with strawberry swirl. It's easy to scoop and looks incredibly delicious, though I have never eaten it so I'm not sure how good it actually is. Maybe you should give it a try?
Nobody orders Strawberry Cheesecake and it is shocking to me! It sounds like such a good flavor, where can you go wrong with cheesecake and strawberry? I don't even know. But the good news about no one eating it is that since it's not being eaten, we will have the three gallons for a longer time. Which means I may potentially get to try it after Pascha! Oh hope, hope!
Thursday, March 03, 2011
Have you ever had a Shamrock Shake?
Where was I last Saturday? Not drunkenly walking the streets of downtown State College or puking my guts out in a bush, or a sidewalk, or a dorm room...I was at the Creamery. I've got to admit, the night started out pretty rough. Right when I arrive at the Creamery I'm informed first that I have to do dishes and then told that there was no warm water in the whole building. Let me tell you, a sink full of dirty dishes that I will have to wash with ice cold water is not a pleasant thing to look forward to.
However, after I was told I'd be doing dishes later, I was then told that I was going to be on register. The first group of kids I wait on are drunken boys in State Patty's Day shirts. My conversation with the first boy went like this:
DB(drunk boy): Your ice cream is soooooooo gooooood.
Me: Oh I know, it's just the best.
DB: I think I need a milkshake. Your milkshakes are soo good! Can I get mint? It's green.
Me: Of course you can get a mint shake. Is that all?
DB: Have you ever had a Shamrock shake? They're green too. I bet you haven't had a Shamrock shake because you work here. You must really like this ice cream. (leans in) Your ice cream is way better than McDonald's.
Too funny. Unfortunately, the rest of the night was highly drunk people-free and they were the only entertainment I had to hope for. There were a shocking number of families where the young children were wearing Irish paraphernalia. State Patty's Day is not a family holiday. Silly parents.
So since the drunkards weren't feeling ice cream, my high school buddies and I spent the majority of the night using the hot water thing from the coffee machine (you know, the water for tea) to fill up buckets and then dumped them into the sink. It didn't work very well, because the hot water was being used too much and so it ended up being cold water, but at least it wasn't the ice water the sink was giving me!
The lack of hot water didn't only affect my dishes, it affected the ice cream scooping. Scooping was impossible because the scoopers were sitting in cold water basins, as opposed to the hot water they are usually sitting in, and cold scooper+ice cream=SO difficult to scoop.
However, after I was told I'd be doing dishes later, I was then told that I was going to be on register. The first group of kids I wait on are drunken boys in State Patty's Day shirts. My conversation with the first boy went like this:
DB(drunk boy): Your ice cream is soooooooo gooooood.
Me: Oh I know, it's just the best.
DB: I think I need a milkshake. Your milkshakes are soo good! Can I get mint? It's green.
Me: Of course you can get a mint shake. Is that all?
DB: Have you ever had a Shamrock shake? They're green too. I bet you haven't had a Shamrock shake because you work here. You must really like this ice cream. (leans in) Your ice cream is way better than McDonald's.
Too funny. Unfortunately, the rest of the night was highly drunk people-free and they were the only entertainment I had to hope for. There were a shocking number of families where the young children were wearing Irish paraphernalia. State Patty's Day is not a family holiday. Silly parents.
So since the drunkards weren't feeling ice cream, my high school buddies and I spent the majority of the night using the hot water thing from the coffee machine (you know, the water for tea) to fill up buckets and then dumped them into the sink. It didn't work very well, because the hot water was being used too much and so it ended up being cold water, but at least it wasn't the ice water the sink was giving me!
The lack of hot water didn't only affect my dishes, it affected the ice cream scooping. Scooping was impossible because the scoopers were sitting in cold water basins, as opposed to the hot water they are usually sitting in, and cold scooper+ice cream=SO difficult to scoop.
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