“Not unless someone’s got a recipe book from pre-war,” Carlos said a little sadly. But then an idea came to him. “Oh – but I can show you how to make popsicles! Some day, we should get some mutfruit juice and some clean skewer-type sticks and I’ll show you what my dad showed Mikey and I. You might like it.”
When it got warmer, of course – Carlos didn’t want Hancock to have any more issues with his circulation than the winter already gave him.
“Hmm…. that’s too bad.” A small frown crossed his face as he briefly mourned the ice cream he’d never get to try. Fortunately, Carlos was able to distract him easily enough and he perked up again with a smile. “That doesn’t sound halfway bad, we should make ‘em sometime, shouldn’t be too hard to find some juice and some sticks, right?”
“Not hard at all,” Carlos said with a smile. “They’re really nice on a hot day – sometimes the environmental controls would go out in the vault and cold treats like that made it more bearable.” Maybe they could try experimenting with milk and make creamsicles? Carlos wasn’t a good cook, but he could experiment.
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