National Ice Cream For Breakfast Day returns Saturday, February 5th!
On-line orders now open. Here’s the lineup!
𝙏𝙚𝙖, 𝘾𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙃𝙤𝙩 𝘾𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙖?
🫖 Vegan Chai Tea ~ * 𝙉𝙚𝙬 with Masala Chai Classic by @sloanetea steeped in cream before churning
☕️ Vegan Coffee with chocolate freckle
🍫 Hot Cocoa
🫖 Earl Grey
𝘾𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙏𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙩, 𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨?
🥣 Snap Merry Pop 𝙉𝙚𝙬 ~marshmallow fluff and rice crispie square treats
🥣Fruit Loops 𝙉𝙚𝙬 ~this year we infused Fruit Loops in cream and tossed even more in before churning!
🥣Flake News! Vegan Cornflake Brittle with a blueberry swirl in a vegan cereal milk base!
🥣Grape-nuts
🍞 Buttered Toast & Jam
🍓 Strawberry & Rhubarb Swirl 𝙉𝙚𝙬 ~our rhubarb harvest from 2021 cooked and swirled into our classic Strawberry. There’s a harvest of rhubarb poetry on our website read by our team.
🧇Ottawa Valley Maple ~always made with dark syrup from @couttsmapleproducts
🧇Damn Good Vanilla
🧇Roasted Banana
As we enter the home stretch of winter, in this 3rd year A.C. (anno corono), you can bring home the bacon, er ice cream, as National Ice Cream for Breakfast Day at The Merry Dairy, becomes National Ice Cream for Breakfast Day *with* The Merry Dairy. That means, once again, – it’s a distanced, at-home Ice Cream for Breaffast Day – all across Ottawa!
And whether, as the songs go, you live in a Brick House, or in Apartment #9, Our House, whether it’s full of Madness, Young at heart, or Magnetic, My House, on a Country Road, or if it’s simply Almost Home, Ice Cream for Breakfast Day, which marks the technical half-way point of winter, is at Home this year.
All in three easy steps
Step 1: Peruse The Merry Dairy Ice Cream for Breakfast shop and check out all the breakfast flavours, choose a topping and then choose your waffles! And yes, gluten-free & plant-based options available!
Step 2: Then choose Thursday or Friday night or early Saturday morning contact-less pickup or delivery at checkout! And yes, it’s free delivery anywhere in the City of Ottawa! And pickup starts at 7am at 102 Fairmont!
What we don’t love is Omicron. And as many have said, the virus doesn’t care. And while we do not have workplace cases of Covid, there are just too many people with too many instances of contact or possible contact.
To limit contact as much as possible, we have decided to stop scooping and end ice cream production starting today. Unfortunately, that also means the end of the name of the day contest, which was to run until Dec 23. We promise we’ll make up the days sometime in the new year!
But we can still make it special for a few special someones – and those people are Merry Dairy team members, many of whom are also completing high school semesters or finishing post-secondary exams. Beginning today and lasting until our holiday flavours sell out, 97% of all sales of our in-stock holiday pints will be shared among our team members. (And the other 3%? That goes to OrKidstra!).
Pickups and deliveries will continue as scheduled until December 23. Pickups will take place at our takeaway window between noon and 8pm until December 23 and deliveries will be between 3 and 7pm (weather permitting) today as well until December 23.
But the Grinch never really stole Christmas. Cindy-Lou Who reminded us of that on Christmas morning. Here’s to happiness wherever we find it this holiday season.
Windows. In so many ways our experience as human beings is shaped by them. Our views. Our light. They can represent hope, opportunity. They can also represent separation and loss when those windows keep us in or keep us out. In Ottawa, in Parliament’s Centre Block, there is a work of art, remembrance and hope called “Giniigaaniimenaaning” or “Looking Ahead” by Christi Belcourt that “was commissioned to recognize the survivors of Indian Residential Schools and their families” as well as Canada’s Apology in 2008.
This window‘s message is one that speaks so poignantly to our future generations – to remember, to recognize and to look ahead. On National Indigenous People’s Day on June 21, we will be dedicating our own window to messages of love and healing and will display those message from the summer solstice until Canada Day itself.
These messages we hope will be one small way to say yes to looking ahead, to say yes to recognizing those that survived, and remembering the little souls who never came home. Every message of love and healing dropped off at 102 Fairmont, or sent electronically will be shared on social media.
As a business, we will be making a donation on June 21 to a local indigenous organization.
Recently, Canada’s Parliament has decided to designate a federal holiday on September 30 as a National Day of Truth and Reconciliation, which coincides with Orange Shirt Day. We hope this day is adopted as a holiday across all jurisdictions and by businesses.
To all who responded to our message of two weeks ago, in support or in challenge, thank you. We believe our shared challenge is to look ahead, with love and with healing, as human beings living in Canada in a way that comes to terms with the sorrow and loss that will always be in our history, that learns and recognizes the past in looking forward to the generations to come. Giniigaaniimenaaning.
In one month, it will be Canada Day – a day when we celebrate what we love about Canada, and when we take a moment to reflect on what is truly important to us as citizens. It’s a day when we blow off a little steam, wear our most joyful red and white outfits, meet with friends, go to the Hill, see the fireworks and then come home, happy that we live in a country that will have been called the greatest country on earth on this special day.
At The Merry Dairy, we love Canada Day. There is nothing that makes us happier than to see people with their friends and loved ones come by, hang out, listen to music and enjoy some ice cream. We especially love how excited the kids get to enjoy a Canada Day ice cream treat.
But this year it feels different. This year, it is different. For many, it’s been different for a long time.
The Truth and Reconciliation Commission told us that countless children suffered and died in residential schools. The discovery this week of the remains of 215 children is almost too much to bear. Imagining the loss and the suffering of those children, and their families, and the others who are yet to be named and remembered is simply overwhelming. There is no way for us to separate the joy of one day, from the agony of another.
One way to start it is to take a pause to understand what happened in those schools, and what is still happening today in communities across the country.
In the Truth and Reconciliation Commission’s report, there are 94 calls to Action. One of them is for a National Day for Truth and Reconciliation. We hope someday this day is created.
On this Canada Day, Canada’s National Day, we’re going to take a pause and be closed.
On Canada Day, we come together to celebrate Canada as one of the best and greatest countries on earth. But to truly be the best and greatest country means owning up to the brutal facts of our past and present. Each of us needs to do our own part to atone, reconcile, and live together as fellow human beings with the respect and dignity each of us deserves.
So if your little one asks you why the ice cream shop is closed on Canada Day, tell them because it’s for all the kids who never got to enjoy ice cream or any other treat on a beautiful sunny day, with their own families, in their own homes. And if they ask what they can do, maybe one thing is to draw or write a message of love and healing. And if they drop that message off at our shop on that day or any day, we’d love to share it with as many people as we can.
A huge thank you to people who used their imagination to write amazing Odes to our leafy friend Rhubarb.
We have received over 80 poems and you can read and listen to them here on this page, as read by members of The Merry Dairy team!
And now, after counting the comments and in-depth evaluation of the judges, The Merry Dairy is pleased to announce the winners of the rhubarb poetry contest who won some Rhubcoin!!!
Sonnet: Poem #5 by Stevo
Freeform: Poem #4 by Kathleen
Haiku: Poem #9 by Ryan and Poem #32 by David (yes, we had a tie!)
Rhubarb, your such an odd weed
Your taste is unique, very cool
No one thinks of you as feed Until the first chew, its like falling backwards into a pool
If your rhubarb plant could only speak
This is what it would say—
“Use this harvesting technique So I increase from day to day:
Don’t cut with knife that’s sharp or dull
(This is known in ancient lore)
Grab stalk by stalk at the base and pull And soon I’ll grow some more.
Dearest rhubarb
You are a gift from Aunt Rosemary when we moved to Hintonburg
almost twenty years ago.
From her garden in Cornwall,
to ours.
You’ve grown, faithfully, as the neighbourhood’s changed, as neighbours moved in and moved away.
Each year you remind us strawberries
are in season. It’s time to pull you
gently up for the first harvest
Time to make our famous
Strawberry Rhubarb Stew. Though we tend to neglect you –
busy with bike rides up to Gatineau
training for Ottawa Race Weekend
birthdays and graduations, and all the other things that turn days into years,
moments into memories.
You grow and stretch each spring.
Someday, when the children move away, when they have their own small gardens,
I’ll dig up a few of your roots and you’ll keep growing wherever they end up.
My vibrant rhubarb, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you grow, thrive and stand,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about where you are in the land.
Let me compare you to a sunny Tuesday?
You are more dreamy, pleasant and fine.
Skilled breeze flaps the pleasant dancers of May, And the springtime has the ideal punchline.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your freshness, texture and taste.
Thinking of your scent fills my days.
My love for you is the red aftertaste.
Now I must away with a bursting heart,
Such as you burst through the soil metres apart.
Rhubarb. I put my shoes on back to front to step into the past, sent my watch by express mail to make the time go fast Rhubarb. My husband bought a little treat, A favorite thing I love to eat Rhubarb Pie. Oh for a taste of rhubarb pie! And Get one than Thats a New Day!!
Spring is here at long last,
Oh to break my rhubarb fast!
Stalks of succulent green and red
Used to grace my garden bed ,
Gone now to fate unknown
All the rhubarb I have grown!!
My bitter leaf; large and broad
stalk so red and sweet
Children to their mother’s arms wide
running, laughing to enjoy a treat
Cooling on the window I’m
baked in a pie the children greet
Dad is home from the hunt
his skill provides the family’s meat
Rhubarb triggers up from a root
Into a stalk and a poison leaf
By the shade of cement a cavern grows
just in the spot beneath where rhubarb rises against cement and pushes it up unimpeded In a wrong of land littered and sand
A germination lifts for its life undefeated
Rhubarb is the king
It can be used in anything
Rhubarb is pink and green
It is better then a bean
You can eat it with frozen custard
That’s way better than with mustard
You can get rhubarb ice cream at the Merry Dairy
Like ice cream with crumbled berry Now that is the end of my poem Now go have some for yourself everyone.
Distinguished Queen of Summer Crumbles
Tart and sweet, you are a heavenly delight
Canes dipped in dazzling sugar, maple or honey
Whatever the choice, I won’t grumble
Beneath your leafy canopy, hidden gems stretch upward
Refusing to be dwarfed by others
Harvesting doesn’t wilt your spirit or smother
You come back every year with profuse bounty for this Bard.
Who knew you’d be in such demand
Worthy enough to be precious currency in 2021
No savings plan, simply to share and nourish everyone
That’s what The Merry Dairy commands
Don’t fret, I’ll be the guard-on-watch
Ensuring Ori doesn’t mulch your glorious patch!
Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb
Anticipatory ruby stalks.
Roses you are not.
Peaches you are not.
But every May, near Mother’s Day
your feisty fronds out front present.
3 more days, 2 more days,
You pump and pump and pump.
Mmm, mouth watering feature
long awaited Spring Feast.
Rhubarb cordial, rhubarb tea and a single tall tart branch
to crunch and crunch and pucker-up
Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb
Your ruby stalks are here!
We wait a little longer
Sweet Pie dreams of your so soon coming out.
Somebody was talking about Guy Fawkes
Underneath the bridge beside the old locks
Standing in the weeds and the rhubarb stalks
They needed redemption
A sugar intervention
Everybody ready to draw their last breath
Vowing they would follow the cursed Macbeth
Underneath that bridge they would all meet Death
By rhubarb pie
The only way to die
Mary Dairy you are so mary you make my day so nice with your ice cream is the best I love your merch and I love your ice cream and I also really like rhubarb.I hope I win.😍😍😍
Rhubarb, how we do love thee. its stem is green,pink crimson red and has a delicious taste! used in ice cream yes it is, has a tart taste but is perfect for cake! mix it with berries and scream! how delicious, how delicious it is!
rhubarb, i am
what some would call
a wink-wink tart
a taste of
spring youthful for a tired winter heart
tread lightly dear
too much of me, and
you will ride the sirens
all doubled up
needing a jump start
In October we steal tires to burn for Fawkes
Easy pickings round town—most front yards
Just dig sites of dinosaur trucks
Parts and bones rusting in rain and fog.
In May we raid rhubarb from Mrs Parsons,
The Coombs, old lady McCarthy.
Jumping fences at midnight, skulking like cats
cutting stalks we shove down our shirts and pants.
The jolt as lights flick on
The bark of the dog; the salt gun, potato gun
I’ve called the cops on ye yelled at our running shadows.
Panting, clapping each other’s jean-jacket backs
We pile our theft at Fern Street woods
Grab a stalk and bite into the sour cords
none of us like but fishhook our mouths
with lures of youth, of dares, to be worth
A story.
Rhubarb, we do love thee. its stem is green,pink,crimson red and tastes delicious! has a tart taste but is perfect for cake! mix it with berries and scream! how delicious, how delicious it is!
Mary Dairy you make my day mary.you have delicious ice cream and I love your ice cream and so so good.I scream you scream we all scream for ice cream.😍😍😍
Rhubarb, how we love thee.its stem is green,pink,crimson red and taste delicious! it has a tart taste but is perfect for cake! mix it with berries and scream! how delicious how delicious it is!
sweet or sour bitter or weird pink green crimson red every color Makes Me glad I’m glad you chose someone who wins and I hope they get to have Mary Dairy ice cream You Make Me Mary Mary Dairy ice cream you make me scream and I make you scream and we all scream for ice cream from the Mary Dairy
Oh rhubarb oh rhubarb how delicious you are oh rhubarb oh rhubarb you stand out from far. you are the king you make my heart ring I just want to scream because you make great ice cream but yes you have some fruity competition but being the best is your mission I might just have a few but I enjoy every chew how many hungry people do you feed? I never think of you as a weed. oh rhubarb I love you but what do I do I want more of you in my patch but my gardening techniques just don’t match. All the red and pinky green, it’s so extreme if I grow you in my garden I know I will win!! Oh yum yum yum I know you’re the tasty one. All the yumminess of rhubarb ice cream, now you know what I mean I love rhubarb ice cream and in my mind you make the best kind.
Although your ice cream contains plants,
You may need to get bigger pants, Because adding rhubarb
Doesn’t take out the carbs;
Instead you must get up and dance.
I’ll start some by seed It will be a long time, could be years, ‘til harvest sure
Grandma had some, so did Mom Check your front porch, I had to divide mine
I put it in yesterday, in the luxury of the middle of the day Glad to share
The rhubarb is over by the fence
Grass never grows there anyway They don’t want to be crowded
How long will it take, do you think? Some grow it by candlelight to make it sweeter
We saw a bird that we’ve never seen before
Black, with tiger-tail wings Watch Murphy around the leaves. Cats too
Orange peel in the garden, dogs don’t like citrus Pull, don’t cut, leave a third
Sour pink celery
Joy says, Let it stand with sugar and wait.
Oh sleekly sour stalks
of green-red-white,
Whose poisonous leaf
Hides bittersweet delight,
I wait with anxious yearning every year For spring’s unfurled unfurling crisp reveal
I rue the day I felt your barb — and how — But would not ever live without you now
😂😂😂😍😂😍😍😍😂
He watered her rows as Rhubarista of Pleasure
He trafficked amounts of her body by moonlight as treasure In defiance of rebar and the razors of law
He moved bundles unnoticed by mechanical claw On the spine of horizons he followed the stars
The rhubarb was seasoned by shimmers of Saturn and Mars.
A lady of celery so sour and sweet
Her expanding sprouts spreading cracks in concrete
He named her Barbosa the goddess of pie And her stalks in his garden soaked sun from the sky In admiration of her he offered this speech
“No place is better than the place where I’m sipping
The sweet of Barbosa where my waist line is dipping.
Molten with strawberries in the crust of a pie
to the lobes of my brain and I crumble to cry.”
His melo-drama for pie was an opera at least when the open containments were troubled by yeast.
He reached for a sentence through an insulin coma,
“If I’m blinded to blackness I’ll seek the aroma.”
Oh sleekly sour stalks
of green-red-white,
Whose poisonous leaf
Hides bittersweet delight,
I wait with anxious yearning every year For spring’s unfurled unfurling crisp reveal
I rue the day I felt your barb — and how — But would not ever live without you now
😂😂😂😍😂😍😍😍😂
Rhubarb, rhubard,
How I hate thee!
Rhubard, rhubard,
I much prefer ice cream you see..
Rhubard, rhubard,
Stalk, by stalk, you are to be uprooted…
Pull rhubard, tug rhubard,
Like the Klondike, you are ripe to be looted.
Oh rhubard, little rhubard,
Shush, be quiet, you’ll be fine, do trust me!
You’re on your way to Merry Dairy; And that means more salted caramel for me!
Bernie and Marlee went off on a frolic In search of some ruby red stalks
They flittered and wandered And helplessly floundered Until they espied a hawk
They implored the hawk graciously
To please let them know Where in this fine city
The ruby red grows
With his keen observation
He could see their vexation At being mere mortals with limited vision In this unusual pursuit of vegetation
His kindness prevailed As he heard of their tale
of the need for rhubarb for the team in the wink of an eye, he spotted a supply so they could make their glorious ice cream
There once was a ‘Barb on my farm
Her stalks felt so nice in my arms
She turned a bright red
Was picked from her bed And ended up in my mouth, sweet and warm.
I rued that barb, its capacious, mean leaves,
Its fleshy, tart trunks for pie or preserve.
My fears stemmed from stalks, albeit absurd; At rhubarb’s raw forms, my taste buds would seize. Though a base for wines or aperatifs,
Thoughts of the “pie plant” panicked my nerves. For Rheum rhabarbarum I had no words;
Its beastly bite, my gustatory grief.
Then one day I, gladly rhubarb bereft,
Heard of rhubarb with ginger! Oh, that spice!
The Merry Dairy on air walked—so deft—
Cream couture clothed, sweet silk blended on ice!
Dairy dreams—and jams—that carry real heft!
Rhubarb Ginger Float Pie is the one I will slice!
Rhubarb
The colour of a ruby
The same colour as the feet of a red-footed boobie
With leaves of emerald green that do not like a scream!
Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb.
Oh Rhubarb,
I have a question.
Please don’t take it the wrong way. Why don’t people like you?
I know some do but why not everyone?
You really have a lot going for you. And you’re versatile too.
Maybe you’re just misunderstood.
You’re sour.
Like really sour. And your poisonous greens,
That’s a tough one. But did you hear?
Gardening is cool now.
Canning too. That is good for you. But Rhuby,
You need new recipes.
I’m sorry but stewed rhubarb isn’t ‘Gram worthy.
You gotta be a bit flashy. And throw in a couple of zingers like “plant-based” and “gluten-free.” And you gotta make friends with the foodies.
They’ve got smartphones and recipe blogs. And they’re so done with quinoa and kale. If that doesn’t work,
Have you thought of a re-brand?
A new name maybe?
How about Pink Celery?
Kinda catchy, I think.
RhuBarbie?
Maybe a bit much?
We’re just brainstorming here.
Oh Rhuby,
I have full confidence in you.
You’ll figure it out.
There once was a vegetable so sour, that it made my brother-in-law dour. If sweet rhubarb could be,
content would be he, and all would live happily every after.
The Merry Dairy Lonely Hearts Club 2021 edition is a love letter pandemic pick-me-up
A few sandwiches a day at-no-charge between now & Feb 14th will be available at the takeaway window for anyone looking for a sweet pick-me-up
And lots of Valentine Sandwiches are available at the window and at shop.themerrydairy.com
We’re also looking for your favourite Merry Dairy moment to include in The Merry Dairy Ice Cream Recipe Book that will be published in the spring of 2022! See below for details!
They get written. They get kept. They get treasured. Sometimes, they even get burned.
When they get kept, it’s because they’re special. Because they’re real … even if they sounded sappy them, and even sappier now.
A love letter is about we feel about ourselves, about someone else.
This year, especially this year, with all of us locked in, at home, it really feels like that song that is one of the world’s great earworms.
And for this year’s edition of The Merry Dairy Lonely Hearts Club, as we approach the un-celebrate-able anniversary of this pandemic, this Valentinian week is about sharing some love.
Love is many splendored things of course, but we’re going to simplify it this week and say that love is a cookie (but yes, of course, it’s more like a rose, but it can also be anything, right?).
Specifically, an ice cream cookie sandwich.
How so?
We love ice cream cookie sandwiches. And all this week, we’re making them. Lots of them (including plant-based!). Mostly because we love them, but partly because we aren’t scooping yet, and won’t start until we are post lockdown. Sandwiches make takeout easy and peasy. And they’re perfect for deliveries too!
But back to love. Remember those grade school Valentine cards? Some got a lot; some only got a few. Charlie Brown famously got none.
This pandemic is hard and for many, it’s harder than it’s ever been. So we’re asking for your help to bring a small pick-me-up in these isolating virtualized times.
So here goes. We need lovely thoughts. An original, anonymous note, no more than 75 words, (the shorter the better) that we can put on a sandwich, that someone, anyone, can pop by and pick up from our takeaway window.
Send us your valentine words, to info@themerrydairy.com or via social media and we’ll put them on our sandwiches this week, And those sandwiches will be available all week long for anyone looking for a pick-me-up, anyone who may be feeling a bit blue, or whatever other lonely heart reason. They’ll also be for sale too and we also do gift deliveries for a custom label order 🙂
But what about the news?
Well … that’s about love letters too, but of a different sort! 🙂
When we opened our doors three years ago, on that clear moonlit night, we were smitten. Smitten with the idea of making ice cream for all – and from the day the first Merry Dairy truck made its first visits, to 102 Fairmont and a place, we have loved every moment
Three years in and 80 ice cream flavours later, there will be a Merry Dairy cookbook that will be released in the spring of 2022 (hopefully, when we can all roam free again!).
While that book is under development now, it wouldn’t be complete without the stories of the people and their moments at 102 Fairmont, or at a truck event, or at home with a pint or two 🙂
Maybe it was a first visit by a special someone in your life, a birthday, or a day when feeling down turned around, or a favourite flavor, sundae, a name of the day, cone combo, or some other serendipity.
We’d love to include as many stories as we can into this book – and every story selected will receive a complimentary copy of the book! And every story submitted will also receive a coupon for a free cone of their choice!
How to send this story in?
Just send an email to info@themerrrydairy.com with the story, including any photo, or social media links and we’ll get back to you with next steps.
Home. It’s a great word. Especially if you’re in the home stretch, or the one who keeps the home fires burning, a member of the home team, or ok boomer, you have kept a home computer.
As we enter the home stretch of winter, in this 2nd year A.C. (anno corono), you can bring home the bacon, er ice cream, as National Ice Cream for Breakfast Day at The Merry Dairy, becomes National Ice Cream for Breakfast Day *with* The Merry Dairy. That means – it’s a distanced, at-home Ice Cream for Breafkast Day – all across Ottawa!
And whether, as the songs go, you live in a Brick House, or in Apartment #9, Our House, whether it’s full of Madness, Young at heart, or Magnetic, My House, on a Country Road, or if it’s simply Almost Home, Ice Cream for Breakfast Day, which marks the technical half-way point of winter, is at Home this year.
And this year, with a click of the mouse, help families from a local chapter of the Boys and Girls Club of Ottawa join in on the fun by adding a breakfast of homemade waffles, toppings and a host of breakfast inspired ice cream flavours!
All in three easy steps
Step 1: Peruse The Merry Dairy Ice Cream for Breakfast shop and check out all the breakfast flavours, choose a topping and then choose your waffles! And yes, gluten-free & plant-based options available! And if you can, choose a little bit extra to help others enjoy this moment at home.
Step 2: Then choose Friday night or early Saturday morning contact-less pickup or delivery at checkout! And yes, it’s free delivery anywhere in the City of Ottawa!
Step 3: Suggest your favourite TV theme song or favourite song about house or home for the National Ice Cream for Breakfast Saturday morning cartoons at home playlist in the comments below, or by tagging The Merry Dairy on your favourite social media site! One suggestion will be selected at random for a free breakfast ice cream bonanza! Then stream that playlist all morning long until you can’t bear it no more.
… and it’s time for us to say a huge thank you to the incredible gang that came in to work at 102 Fairmont day in and day out over the past nine months. From that initial shock of what the implications of the pandemic would mean to daily life at The Merry Dairy, to the adaption and resilience of a team of people who donned those masks and worked together to serve customers, solve problems as they arose, and to make, package, and deliver ice cream treats, a simple thank you.
So today is about them. It’s about pints and them. 97% of all pint proceeds sold today, Saturday, December 19, at our takeaway window or for pickup from our online shop will be shared among the members of this lovely team in recognition of the work they did. (The other 3%? That goes to Orkidstra all month long!)
So, if you’re thinking of buying holiday pints and you want to make someone’s day, today is a good day to do that!
And whether or not you buy pints for pickup today, today we also say thank you to our customers near and far who have supported us over this year called 2020. Thanks to you we can say thank you to our team.
As we prepare for our final day of business for the year known as 2020, we will be closed on December 24 and will reopen on February 6th for National Ice Cream for Breakfast Day. Stay tuned for the distanced details on that!
Due to so many scary addresses, the sign up for Halloween @ Home has been perilously paused in order to eerily ensure that distanced deliveries can be cravenly completed on Halloween night during the ambitiously allotted time period!
