Ice Cream for Breakfast @ Home – 2022 edition!

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!
🍞 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. 

𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙚!

🧇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!

Step 3: Sit back and enjoy the National Ice Cream for Breakfast Saturday morning cartoons at home playlist  all morning long until you can’t bear it no more.

All that’s left is to enjoy Breakfast!




Holidays & Hunkering Down & Pints4OurTeam

This is a screenshot of a staff call announcing our hunkering down

Some of The Merry Dairy team that were on a video call on Monday, December 20, 2021 learning about our hunkering down. We wish you a Merry Christmas!


We love the holiday season. It’s a chance to have fun, make fun flavours and do fun things. This year we got to work with partners in the community like OrKidstra, and with the Ottawa Professional Firefighters Association, and the Golden Knights Hockey Association in fun fundraising efforts!


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.

A Canada Day pause

A Canada Day pause
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.
The Team at The Merry Dairy

The Poems of Rhubarb

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!)

These poems were submitted as part of the Be A Rhubarb Bard Poetry Contest and the Rhubarb Stalk Exchange (both now closed)! Read or listen to them all!

Poem #1: Haiku

Stalk phrases

broad leaves red and green,
sour stocks in springtime sky,
I scream for rhubarb!


Poem #2: Freeform

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


Poem #3: Freeform

Taking Stalk
Shelley Posen

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.


Poem #4: Freeform

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.


Poem #5: Sonnet

Ode to Rhubarb

When winter wanes and springtime knocks,
Out come tender, fleshy stalks
That taste most tart, but when they’re stewed
Create a most celestial food.

In crisps and crumbles, tarts and pies,
They tempt the palate with surprise
But best of all in the extreme
Is savoury-sweet rhubarb ice cream.

Those with verdant garden patches
May consign their tangy batches,
Whence our Merry Dairy may
Transform the stalks to crème glacée.

In cone or cup or crimson garb
There’s none can match the fair rhubarb.


Poem #6: Sonnet

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.


Poem #7: Haiku

Mischief of youth
Purloined fruit snatched in haste
Alas, rhubarb


Poem #8: Freeform

I am Rhubarb

No love
A weed?
Sweet and tangy
To be adored
Please love me


Poem #9: Haiku


I don’t like sour stuff
It is a new food for me
New ice cream for me!

By Ryan (age 9)


Poem #10: Freeform

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!!


Poem #11: Haiku


Rhubarb can be sweet
Just add the sugar and BOOM!
It is VERY sweet

Jeremy (age 8)


Poem #12: Haiku


Pink, sour rhubarb
A little sugar sweetens
Leaves are poisonous

Ty (age 7)


Poem #13: Haiku

Rhubarb is so good
Like ice cream and gummy worm
I adore rhubarb!


Poem #14: Haiku

rhubarb as a child
spring sticks dip in sugar cloud
sweet crunch tart again


Poem #15: Haiku

Sweet stalks your garden
How does that rub your rhubarb?
Spring’s promise is tart


Poem #16: Freeform

Tart and tangy and a little bit ‘zangy’. Mixed in with cream, makes a frozen dream.


Poem #17: Freeform

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!!


Poem #18: Freeform

I rue the day
rhubarb came my way

when people ask “what is the reason?”
I simply state: “too short a season”


Poem #19: Freeform

Rhubarb Pie

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


Poem #20: Freeform

Early bird songs wake the day
and lilac on the air
the broad rough leaves are creeping
beyond my neighbours yards

This first plant I could allot
warms me with vibrant reds
And it’s hearty strength bares on
when all else in the plot has withered

I can’t help being heartened
that such a tart anything
could be so dearly cherished


Poem #21: Haiku

Spring’s first offering
Stocky, leafy, red and green
Tart, delicious treat!


Poem #22: Haiku

A rhubarb haiku
Has seventeen syllables:
Five, seven and five


Poem #23: Haiku

Rhubarb rhubarb rhu-
barb rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb.
Am I being clear?


Poem #24: Freeform

Early Riser

Rhubarb, the first to rise this droughtful spring,
struggles up through drowsing ground weeks
before annuals even learn their names.

Driven out of formal gardens, its red periscopes
live rough in lanes, spread to vacant lots,
occupy sketchy alleys.

Rhubarb’s a thriver, her scalloped skirts flap
wider than a road, surpass neighbour weeds.
Desperate to be noticed, she pays her way
in leafage.

The odd gardener relents, chews and spits
a stalk or two, chops and cubes, sugars sauce.
There are never any takers.

Rhubarb the Artefact, housed in Gem jars, waits
in cellars, labels pasted on in a ghost aunt’s hand,
the day, the month, the year of preservation.


Poem #25: Freeform

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


Poem #26: Haiku

Rhubarb is awesome. Rhubarb can be sour. Rhubarb is a vegetable.


Poem #27: Freeform

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.


Poem #28: Haiku

See rhubarb ice cream
Sweet and tasty as I eat
Love rhubarb ice cream


Poem #29: Freeform

Pink, fleshy, edible stalks fill my heart of dreams, as the perennial dances in the spring.

When raw it’s very sour, but with some sugar on the cooker, it’s lovely sweet and sour.

Crisps and crumbles, pies or tarts it tastes supreme especially in merry dairy ice cream!

-Cedar C

9 years old


Poem #30: Sonnet

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!


Poem #31: Freeform

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.


Poem #32: Haiku

Field mice scurrying
Red stalks, green umbrella leaves
Sheltering from rain


Poem #33: Haiku

Paper cups of sugar
Ragged red stalks, sweet and tart
Laughter of children


Poem #34: Freeform

Rhubarb for you
Rhubarb for me
It tastes so good
It makes me go weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!


Poem #35: Freeform

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


Poem #36: Haiku

Barb was gone this morn
Rue your leafy broken stem
Summer love squandered


Poem #37: Haiku

spelling mistakes are forever
like Rubaiyat, for
Omar Khayyam’s Rhubaiyat


Poem #38: Freeform

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.😍😍😍


Poem #39: Freeform

i love rhubarb its good for us and you and you make good ice cream


Poem #40: Freeform

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!


Poem #41: Haiku

Rhubard is healthy
Vitamin C and Fibre
A good ice cream treat


Poem #42: Haiku

Magical rhubarb
Just right tartness, marries sweet
Creates perfection


Poem #43: Freeform

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


Poem #44: Haiku

great fruit flavour
sweet and sour at the same time
hurray for rhubarb

elise, age 9


Poem #45: Freeform


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.


Poem #46: Freeform

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!


Poem #47: Freeform

Mary Dairy you make my day have delicious ice cream and I love your ice cream and so so good.I scream you scream we all scream for ice cream.😍😍😍


Poem #48: Haiku

Rhubarb Haiku

The rhubarb is tart

Stalks are green, pink, crimson red

Perfect for ice cream


Poem #49: Freeform

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!


Poem #50: Sonnet

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

Sofia 9 years old #grade 3 student


Poem #51: Haiku

OCSB grade 3 virtual class

The rhubarb is tart
Stalks are green, pink, crimson red
Perfect for ice cream!


Poem #52: Freeform

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.


Poem #53: Freeform

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.


Poem #54: Freeform

Some say the world will in fire,
Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.


Poem #55: Haiku


rosy beauty glows
tart and sweet waiting to wed
suddenly comes spring


Poem #56: Haiku

Broad green leaves fan out
sheltering their shoots below
tart pink stalks, the gift of Spring


Poem #57: Haiku

Grandmother rhubarb
Spreads ruby arms to hug clouds
While the worms cuddle dirt.


Poem #58: Haiku

in my favourite cold treat
rhubarb is so sweet


Poem #59: Haiku

Long red and green stalks;
The leaf is not what you eat.
First veggie of spring.


Poem #60: Freeform

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.


Poem #61: Freeform

By Heather Blackmore

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.


Poem #62: Sonnet

Ode to a rhubarb

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


Poem #63: Freeform

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.


Poem #64: Haiku

Pink, unctuous, gleaming,
Sweet and tart, garden sweetheart,
Spring dream of ice cream.


Poem #65: Haiku

Caroline’s garden
Filled with rhubarb everywhere
Sour, sassy, red and green


Poem #66: Haiku

My brother’s new fence:
Rhubarb patch takes root, split from
My overgrown garden


Poem #67: Freeform

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.”


Poem #68: Sonnet “Ode to rhubarb”

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


Poem #69: Haiku

rhubarb bitter sweet, delicious with strawberries, tastes great in crumble.


Poem #70: Haiku

Rhubarb ice cream yum
Merry Dairy has it now
Eat it all summer

By Evan Liew (8 1/2 yrs)


Poem #71: Freeform

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!


Poem #72: Freeform
Barb I love you
but for the sake of your life
don’t tell my wife
as there won’t be anything we can do
This is not a Rhu
because she’ll take a knife
and to my strife
cut you into a stew
Though I love pie
And tarts too
I don’t want you to die
I will try
And so should you
to keep our secret nigh

Poem #73: Freeform

The Quest

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


Poem #74: Freeform

Ode to Rhubarb (a limerick)

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.



Poem #75: Sonnet

The grass is still wet with dew
as I open the latch
to the garden patch
anticipating my breakfast stew

Your tartness is appreciated by few
but when I pick my morning batch
for me there is no match
reviving my fondness anew

If eaten raw
I blink my eyes
as my face frowns

But there is no flaw
to some’s surprise
when sugar helps it go down


Poem #76: Haiku

Oh, ruby stalks!
Under-appreciated; tart.
Rhubarb: heart of spring.


Poem #77: Sonnet

The Merry Dairy Rhubarb Fairy

Sonnet By Genova

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!


Poem #78: Freeform

There was a man named Eddy
What wanted Rhubarb aplenty
So he put on his boots
And planted some roots
And said: Hurry up! Grow already!

There was a girl named Marlene
Who had a wonderful dream
Let’s open a shoppe
And trade in red stalks
And make some rhubarb ice cream


Poem #79: Freeform

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.


Poem #80: Haiku

Rhubarb is deep red
Ruby red good with sugar
Calm and attractive


Poem #81: Haiku

Shocking pink, stretching
Sullenly towards the sun
Unyielding giants


Poem #82: Haiku

What is this rhubarb
It has to do with Springtime
Maybe I’ll try it


Poem #83: Freeform

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.
Maybe a bit much?
We’re just brainstorming here.
Oh Rhuby,
I have full confidence in you.
You’ll figure it out.


Poem #84: Haiku

Rhubarb Haiku

Red as a ruby
Slightly tart and slightly sweet
You will love rhubarb!

-Myles Jeffers
(9 years old)


Poem #85: Freeform

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.


Poem #86: Haiku

Rhubarb, a haiku

Springtime unfurls leaves
Growing stringy stalks so tart
Smiling lips pucker

(Read in English & Estonian)


Poem #87: Haiku

Hot evening walk cold chocolate
strawberry rhubarb
merry dairy time again



L💌ve Letters*

  • 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
  • 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!

L💌ve Letters …

(*Note – This letter is best read while listening to the Lonely & Hungry Hearts Playlist)

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 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 with the story, including any photo, or social media links and we’ll get back to you with next steps.

Love is love 🙂

Ice Cream for Breakfast (@Home) in three easy 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.

All that’s left is to enjoy Breakfast!






It’s the end of the year as we know it …

… 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!

Marlene and The Merry Dairy team 🙂

Halloween @ Home & @ One-Oh-Boo Scare-mont!

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!


the Scary dairy halloween planner!



An apple for teacher?

A pick-me-up for the many educators and support staff – 25% off a gift card from The Merry Dairy!