Soon
after, I discovered the same smooth and creamy orange thrill of the
Dreamsicle, on a hot Houston day at Southampton preschool. The dreamy
orange-flavored Popsicle quickly found a special place in this kid’s
summertime cravings. And I didn’t have to force Mom into a trip to
the mall food court to enjoy one because they gave them free at
school.
Orange Julius
I better understood this name, with that dreamy mix of orange and vanilla, it truly was a dream-sicle. But I wondered, did Brutus stab Caesar because he didn’t share his orange-vanilla treat? Kids ask the silliest things. “Drink up, Penguin, there’s a sale at Joske’s…” “OK, Mom.” So I learned about Caesar before I learned about Dreamsicles. That was one heck of a school. It was a Montessori school in the Rice Village section of Houston and I am so thankful for their fostering my independent thinking.
In April of 2004, I went on vacation to the tropical paradise of Phuket Island in Thailand. While enjoying the waves softly closing themselves onto the white sand and then fading away, all from the comfort of my shady lounge chair, I discovered the magic of mango smoothies. Or to be more precise, mangoes in general. I’m not sure how this sweet, creamy fruit had eluded me for so long. For the past third of my life now, I have added mango smoothies, a la Phuket, to my summer repertoire of Dreamsicles.
HEB Grocery Store, a Texas favorite
On a recent run for culinary provisions to the HEB grocery store, I found something I’d never come across before while in the cereal aisle. It sounds a bit off-putting, but hear me out because it’s like a trip to tropical paradise—in a bowl: Mango Flakes cereal with Granola clusters and pieces of mango, apple and passion fruit. The flakes are as orange as a Julius (apparently, I’m on a first-name basis now). And similar to the magic of Cocoa Krispies, it colors the milk, but orange in this case, which excites the kid in me. Orange milk!
Even when I saw it sitting there taunting me from the shelf, my first instinct was, “um, gross.” But the kid in me started to jump up and down and I know that kid well enough to understand that when he doesn’t get what he wants he throws a tantrum. And no one wants to see that. “Attention. There is a social media moment in aisle thirteen. Set cameras to stun.” So in the shopping cart it went.
Tropical paradise in a bowl *
It
took a full five days before I was brave enough to open the box and
give it a try, half expecting to end up tossing it in the garbage. I
had already accepted that possibility the moment it hit my shopping
cart, making the almond milk wonder what it had done to deserve such
a horrific fate. I’m not sure who was more surprised at how
delicious it was—me or the milk—showing of its snazzy new orange
outfit. And not only was the milk now orange...it tasted very
reminiscent of dreamsicle, which started out as a brand name, but is
now universally synonymous with the flavor itself.
I fully intended to write only about finding an odd-flavored cereal and discovering how much I enjoyed its flavor as much as for the childhood memories. So out of curiosity, and lack of knowledge, I researched the Orange Julius chain for this story.
Before this story I had no idea it was named by creator Julius Freed, or that it was done so in the mid 1920s in Los Angeles. I was actually a bit happy to hear that it was not named in honor of the late, great Caesar. That would surely have required deeper investigating and I’m too busy for all that.
This is where this story takes a turn that I was not expecting.
Food always instills strong memories. Comfort food is a favorite term of mine because it is an accurate label for flavors that take us back to milder times. As compensation for dragging me to the mall when I’d rather be exploring the world outside, Mom would treat me to an Orange Julius. I considered writing the memory as Mom wanting to shop at Penny’s because of one of my favorite movies, “Airplane!” (True fans of the movie will understand. Others can simply do a search for “there’s a sale at Penny’s.”) But Mom never shopped at Penny’s. Her go-to favorites were Foley’s, Saks, Joske’s, Palais Royal, and Lord & Taylor. I often thought we were royalty for shopping in stores with such names. Maybe we were too good for copper Penny’s.
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| Joske's |
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| Northwest Mall in Houston was a favorite |
I’m not sure why my brain went with Joske’s—rhymes with frost tease—over any of Mom’s other favorite stores from my childhood, but it did. So of course I decided to check the spelling and history of Joske’s. Joske’s was founded in 1867, one-hundred years before I was born. It was a department store originally based in San Antonio, Texas, the same as HEB Grocery Stores. Would you believe that the founder of Joske’s—a German immigrant—was named Julius Joske?
What started out as Mango cereal reminding me of Orange Julius and my early association to Julius Caesar led to the discovery that Orange Julius and Caesar shared a name. My association of Orange Julius to Mom shopping at Joske’s led to the discovery that Joske also shared the name Julius and that the store was headquartered in San Antonio, Texas, the same city that headquarters HEB, where I found the cereal. I delight investigating facts behind memories when I write. My father once said you never stop learning, and he was on-point about that.
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| Dreamy orange cereal * |
I’m not sure if it was my Montessori subliminal genius, or maybe Mom has become a Muse, helping me cull this story from our history together. Either way would be fine. Either way, Mom is sitting there on her cloud smiling down on me while enjoying a dreamy Orange Julius...in a crystal glass she got from Joske’s. She always thought I was brilliant and I always credited her for my creativity. Cheers, Mom. And say hello to Julius. You know the one.
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You can make an Orange Julius drink at home:
Ingredients
6 oz. can frozen orange juice concentrate
1 1/2 cup milk
1/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla
12 ice cubes
Combine the first four ingredients in a blender. Blend on high speed until smooth.
Add ice cubes (depending on the size of your ice cubes, you may want more or less. I suggest starting with 8-10). Blend again until ice cubes are crushed and the drink is smooth and creamy. Serve immediately.
Add 4 oz of vodka for a boozy Julie.
Dreamsicle Recipe – Nostalgia on a Stick
Ingredients
2 cups orange sherbet, slightly softened
2 cups vanilla ice cream, slightly softened
1 cup fresh orange juice
⅔ cup simple syrup
½ cup heavy cream
Combine sherbet and ice cream in a large zip-lock plastic bag. Massage the bag to slightly mix the 2 colors. Make a 3/4-inch cut in bottom corner of bag. Squeeze about 3 tablespoons of sherbet mixture into each of 10 (3-oz) Popsicle molds.
Stir together orange juice, simple syrup, and cream in a liquid measuring cup. Pour juice mixture into Popsicle molds allowing liquid to fill in all the air pockets of the ice cream. Insert Popsicle sticks, and freeze at least 8 hours.
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Do you share similar memories? Leave a comment. And let me know how you like the recipes if you try them.
*Photos are not mine except those with asterisks.
**I created the artwork using a photo I did not take.
