Blue Bell, baby. That’s what I’m here to talk about. So here’s the deal, Jeff and I are both Texans living in Colorado. There’s a particular language that all Texans share–especially Texans from the Houston area. If you’re from the Houston area, you might say Astros, you might say Panchos and sopapillas, you might say barbecue, you might say lovebugs, you might say humidity any time of the year. If you’re from Conroe, Texas (like I am), you might say China Delight after church on Sunday, you might mention the Dairy Queen that’s been there forever on Frazier, or you might talk about your love for Mackenzie’s barbecue, you’ll definitely say “ya’ll” and understand that’s not slang, it’s just the way you talk if you’re from Texas, you’ll know what good tamales taste like, and you’ll know that Luby’s is a regular part of life and that kids eat free on Wednesdays. But here’s something all Texans will stand by forever: Blue Bell, the best ice cream in the country. If you grew up near Houston, you probably took a school field trip to Brenham, Texas, to learn more about this historic ice cream.
So yesterday, can I just tell you that Blue Bell was sold at our local King Soopers here in Colorado Springs? Hallelujah! That sound you’re hearing is my husband shouting for joy. 🙂 He called different stores until he found one that had it and then raced out of the house. It’s a great day for all of us here in Colorado. Jeff was so happy last night. Here’s what I think, if you’re a Texan, you’ll always be a Texan, no matter where you live. And when you cross state lines and feel that humidity, it’ll be a sticky “Welcome home” for you. And to me, blue bell ice cream is a little reminder of home and where we come from. And having that available just makes me smile. You know, after all, it’s the simple things in life that matter.