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By: Kevin Alexander and Liz Childers

Few things in life are better than eating an ice cream cone on a hot day. Like maybe finding your soulmate. Or learning how to do the dance moves from Will Smith’s Men in Black. And since we can’t help you with your dating life or teach you how to take a walk with me, we opted to just eat all of the ice cream over the past year, in everywhere from college-town creameries, to desolate stretches of Maine, to BROOKLYN (?!?). We kept many from our original list of 21, and tried to get in some old-school legends we missed, and some new-school spots just waiting to be legendary.

So just throw on your classiest pair of elastic-waisted jeans and get ready to indulge your eyes in picture after picture of frozen perfection. And, as Will Smith said in the ’90s, don’t jeer us, we’re fearless. Except in the comments section.

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Berkey Creamery
University Park, PA
Don’t worry new high school graduates: if you act now, you can still transfer to Penn State by second semester, which is plenty of time to spend your dining hall dollars strictly on the cheddar, yogurt, ricotta, sour cream, chocolate milk, ice cream, and sherbet that basically pours out of Berkey. The university’s creamery makes 225,000 gallons of the frozen goodness annually, and its short course boasts Ben & Jerry (THAT Ben & Jerry) as alumni. The only downside is their strict no-mix policy when it comes to choosing cone flavors. But, remember, you’re about to transfer here, so you have so much time left to put on the freshman 15 (plus more?) via Black Cow (vanilla with root beer sherbet swirl) and blueberry cheesecake (blueberry swirled into cheesecake ice cream).

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Creole Creamery
New Orleans, LA
With an old local bakery’s neon sign still mounted over its doorway, Creole Creamery looks like a soda fountain — and, with a hot-pink interior reminiscent of an old-school parlour, that impression doesn’t alter much once you step inside. The flavors, however, do step outside the box with a surprisingly tasty avocado and a refreshing, fruity peach Riesling, but stay old-fashioned, with their signature Creole cream cheese. The ice cream uses an old-style farmhouse cheese — think sweet, more spreadable cream cheese — and whips it into the ice cream. The result is velvety smooth, refreshing ice cream that’s just about the only thing that can help you survive a New Orleans August.

Dairy Joy
Weston, MA
I’ve been eating this ice cream since before I had teeth, so yes, some of the love for Dairy Joy is clearly nostalgia-based. But the other is that they simply make some of the best soft-serve ice cream in all of New England. Sure, it is annoying that they’re only open seasonally and they close as soon as it gets dark out, and you usually have to go sit on the logs over in the corner of the parking lot because it’s so crowded, and lick your Java Berry or Creamsicle quickly lest it melt all over your hand. But that just kind of adds to the charm.

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Fairfax Scoop
Fairfax, CA
Back 14 years ago when Ray Martin first opened his tiny Scoop, there were no other locally sourced organic ice creams being peddled around Marin. And yet Ray insisted that all of his ingredients from the berries to the honey in their famous honey lavender to the red chiles in the fantastic cinnamon/ginger/chili Controlled Burn come from local purveyors, and you can watch him or his employees ladle their homemade waffle batter onto the press for the cones and waffle cups. Yes, it’s small, and cramped, and the line is often stretched out around the block. But it’s ever so worth it.

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Glacé Artisan Ice Cream
Kansas City, MO
Once you realize that Glacé is the brain-freezing dessert project from the same man plopping neon, metallic-hued sweets into boxes at Christopher Elbow Artisanal Chocolates, and then go back a little further, and learn that Elbow did stints along the Vegas Strip, including a stop with Emeril, then this ice cream wonderland begins to make a great deal of sense. Don’t come expecting a scoop of plain ol’ vanilla. Rather, think a little higher for the rosewater vanilla. And then just ignore that anyway because you can get a scoop of goat Cheese & cherries. Or blackberry chocolate flake. Or peanut butter and jelly. But, still, appreciate the beauty of rosewater vanilla.

Clumpies Ice Cream
Chattanooga, TN
Fifteen years in the business, Clumpies was opened by the son of a third-generation candy maker, who turned the family’s sweet tooth to the freezer section. Working in small batches, the creamery keeps things simple — mostly — with rich and creamy flavors, like chocolate chocolate chunk and butter pecan. And then not-so-simple with tongue-tingling, Pop Rock-infused Tutti Frutti ice cream. This does have candy-making genes, after all.

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Hodgman’s Frozen Custard
New Gloucester, ME
Picture driving through Maine with your grandparents every summer and stuffing yourself with lobster rolls and fried clams and blueberries and L.L.Bean fleeces. And then, even though you are so full that you actually wish the elastic in your Umbros stretched a little more, you stop at this little roadside who on Lewiston Road in New Gloucester and opt for the vanilla in a cone, expecting that it will be just like the normal ice cream you’ve eaten. And you’d be wrong. The frozen custard is thicker and creamier and somehow stays on your tongue longer. It’s delicious. Oh yeah, and this was my Summer ever year until I got too old to wear Umbros. Which was sometime after I was 17.

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Izzy’s Ice Cream
St. Paul, MN
It’s rare that you see anyone described as an “upbeat ice cream specialist” on a Google description, but that is pretty apt for Lara Hammel and Jeff Sommers, both Minnesota natives, and owners of Izzy’s. As a lawyer and a teacher, they had no experience when they opened 15 years ago, but studied hard, and now the name rings out for pretty much anyone in the Twin Cities. We’re partial to some of their signature flavors, like the cereal milk with baked Kashi in the mix, as well as the addictively spicy Norwegian chai.

Cliff’s Homemade Ice Cream
Ledgewood, NJ
This Jersey spot is an all-encompassing tug at the nostalgia strings from the atmosphere to the flavors. Looking exactly like it was opened in ’75 — it was — this is a drive-in ice cream stand, rather than a parlor. Park, go up to the window, and start the very long process of choosing from 11 soft ice creams and 60 hard, hand-dipped ice creams. You should, eventually, get the strawberry, because you’re at the kind of old-school spot where you feel like you should but also because it’s award-winning, and then grab a seat at the picnic table. When you finish and lick the melting strawberry off your hand, go back again for the double dark chocolate fudge crunch, sit back down, and maybe pretend you’re 8 years old again. This is the spot to do it.

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Margie’s Fine Candies
Chicago, IL
If your father created a cradle in the back of a candy case to literally raise you in an ice cream parlor, you’d have some pride too. And that’s exactly what happened with Peter George Poulos Jr., who owns the legendary ice cream shop in Chicago, open since 1921, and known for their hot fudge sundaes. If you go, don’t mess around: go straight to one of those old-school booths with the tableside jukebox, put on something by Chubby Checker, and cover your face in fudge as if you’re applying war paint. Oh, and then eat the ice cream too.

Fat Cat Creamery
Houston, TX
Yes, you can get into the whole locally sourced from Texas farms thing. And yes, their packaging is all compostable down to their damn spoons made of cornstarch. But your stomach and taste buds won’t know that. All they’ll know is that you’re eating a flavor called Waterloo strawberry buttermilk made with strawberry jam, buttermilk ice cream, and Waterloo Texas gin, and you never want to stop. Unless you get the milk chocolate stout. Or one of their incredible seasonal flavors (and yes, the rumor was true: they did have an Easter-themed malted milk ice cream with Cadbury Egg pieces inside).

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Quenelle
Burbank, CA
Fun fact: a quenelle is a shape that fancy restaurants often use to make your ice cream or sorbet look appetizing. Even more fun fact: you can’t get the ice cream at Quenelle in the quenelle shape. But their loyal customers don’t care, because when you have everything from blueberry pie ice cream to monthly rotating flavors like Red Bull/vodka popsicles (bring your ID) to hand-dipped apple pie ice cream bars you can cover in a brown butter glaze with graham cracker streusel, there’s something for everyone. If it wasn’t clear that they’re not a traditional ice cream shop, you won’t find sundaes or milkshakes on the menu. But you can find local brewery Golden Road’s IPA in ice cream form. Yeah, you’re gonna need to bring that ID for sure.

Bi-Rite Creamery
San Francisco, CA
We’ve said it before, as they’re on our list for the second straight year, but if you see someone lining up on 18th street in the Mission at, say, 2 p.m. on a Wednesday, it’s not a protest against tech. It’s the line for the original Bi-Rite opened across from the market in 2006. Their Straus Family Creamery dairy ice creams are perfection, whether you get them in the original Mission store by Dolores or over in NoPa inside the newer Bi-Rite Market. Either way, it’s worth waiting for. On a weekday morning.

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Ted Drewes
St. Louis, MO
Before Shake Shack came along and made the whole “concrete” thing popular nationwide, there was Ted Drewes. The family has been selling frozen custard for more than 80 years, and — even more strange but nonetheless awesome — “Christmas trees for over 50 years.” So even if you’re just there to purchase a tree under which you will put wrapped boxes of Micro Machines, you might as well get one of their amazing concretes, especially the Twisted Caramel, since the crumbled pretzels add just the right saltiness to that caramel.

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The Chief
Goshen, IN
Maybe it’s the hand-painted sign that simply says “The Chief.” Or the simple red and white decor. Maybe it’s their fantastic version of that weird Midwest flavor “Blue Moon,” which kind of tastes like blue raspberry and vanilla, but is neon enough that you’d think it was created during an EDM concert.

Ample Hills Creamery
Brooklyn, NY
Before Brooklyn was teeming with moms pushing babies in strollers and dudes wearing fedoras and moms pushing babies wearing fedoras in strollers, it was teeming with cows. And while those cows are missing — as are the hills Walt Whitman famously waxed about — Ample Hills pays tribute to the era from its two-story Gowanus creamery. Everything is made on-site — seriously, they are a registered dairy plant — and the result is delicious concoctions, like peppermint ice cream that’s loaded with dark chocolate-covered mint patties and regular favorite, the Munchies, a pretzel-infused ice cream packed with Ritz crackers, chips, more pretzels, and M&M’s. Plus, there’s the basics, like strawberries and cream, meaning there is a flavor for every Brooklyn fedora wearer.

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Booooooooo!

A burly Philadelphia Phillies fan stole a home run ball from an older woman during Sunday’s Phillies-Diamondbacks game in Philadelphia. The ball appeared to hit her glove, and as she bent over to retrieve it, he swooped into her space and wrestled it away. What did he do later in the game, steal cotton candy from a Little Leaguer?

Wow what a classy @Phillies fan. Someone get that lady a ball. #jerk pic.twitter.com/238MO4SbdQ

— Tara Ulrich (@Taraulrich1) May 17, 2015

At least the camera caught him in the act to preserve his douche-iness for posterity.

Bet you’re wondering now if it was worth it, Mr. Ball Bandit Bully.

Philadelphia spectators have a reputation for mean booing, but we hope they let the jeers rain down on this fellow.

And we’d like to join in. So, again, boooooooooo!

Fox Sports Arizona gave her a T-shirt for her trouble. Sweet, but not the same.

H/T Mashable

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A North Carolina teacher is drawing both praise and criticism for the way he handled a bullying situation with one of his students.

Omar Currie, 25, teaches third grade at Efland-Cheeks Elementary School in Efland, North Carolina. Three weeks ago, Currie overheard some of his students calling one of their male classmates “gay” and “a woman.” Instead of sending the bullies to the principal’s office, Currie took a different approach: He read his class King & King, a children’s fable by Linda de Haan and Stern Nijland that features a same-sex romance.

Currie, who identifies as gay, told The Huffington Post that he wanted to have an honest conversation with his students — whom he affectionately refers to as his “kids” — on how to treat people who may seem different.

“There was a group of boys that had been referring to the child as a girl or a woman, saying ‘OK, woman,’ or ‘OK, girl,’” Currie told HuffPost. He stepped in and addressed the issue, he said, but then it happened again. “This particular child who was being bullied was very, very upset.”

The following day, Currie read his class King & King, a picture book whose main character, a prince, must find a suitor to marry. After meeting with a succession of princesses and feeling no spark, the prince eventually falls in love with another prince. The two wed, becoming kings together, and the book ends with the two kings kissing.

“One student said that it made them uncomfortable, saying, ‘Well, I’ve never seen two men marry each other,’” Currie told HuffPost. “I said: ‘Well, it’s normal to feel uncomfortable when you feel something new, but what is the moral? The moral is to treat people well, no matter who they are.'”

Currie’s decision was not without controversy. At least three parents filed formal complaints against the teacher, leading to a meeting at the school last Friday to determine whether the book would be banned. About 200 people showed up to the meeting, with the majority of community members supporting Currie’s decision.

“The experience was very overwhelming in terms of the amount of support I received,” he said.

However, a number of parents said they were dismayed to find out that Currie had read King & King to his students.

“[You’re] infiltrating young minds, indoctrinating children into a gay agenda and actively promoting homosexuality to steer our children in that direction,” parent Lisa Baptist said at Friday’s meeting, according to WRAL.

“The comments that were most difficult were the ones from parents and community members saying that my kids can’t handle this conversation,” Currie told HuffPost. “These people are underestimating my kids. I know what they’re capable of, how intelligent they are and how passionate they are. To say my kids couldn’t have a conversation about bullying was very disgusting to me, quite honestly.”

Currie said he knows all too well the pains of being bullied at school. He said the classroom should be a safe environment for all children.

“Every single day in middle school I was called a faggot,” he said. “I was called that in front of teachers and no one ever stopped to address the problem. It gave me an understanding that it must be fixed immediately when it happens.”

The school board committee ultimately determined that the book would not be banned, but that in the future, teachers must inform parents about every book they plan to read for their class. Currie said he disagrees with the latter decision, but appreciates the love and support he has received.

“Three weeks ago, after I read the book, it was a very lonely experience, because I felt like I was standing by myself,” he said. “On Friday, it wasn’t just me standing up for what was right, it was all of us. That was powerful.”

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Do you ever have one of those days where you just want to hit pause? Let me rephrase: Do you ever have a day where you don’t want to hit pause? Lately, I feel like I’ve been trying to chase an unwieldy boulder careening downhill… while wearing a blindfold… and with one arm tied behind my back.

I’m not exactly your typical working mom. My “day job,” if you will, involves working with children facing developmental or behavioral challenges and that has me driving to schools and students’ homes. My other job — and yes, I consider it to be a legit job — is writing, and I can fortunately do that anywhere and at any time. Both jobs require using my brain and I can’t really go on auto-pilot. Well, I could, but the outcome probably wouldn’t be great.

Sometimes I wish I could just “check out” for a minute and not think about anything at all. I tend to be a tad neurotic and overanalyze things, so when you couple that with being a working mom, you have the perfect recipe for a mushy brain by the end of the day. But that’s just the thing — there really isn’t an end of the day for most moms, working or otherwise. There’s usually not a beginning, either, just a continuation of whatever chaos preceded the momentary silence. I could be a bit biased, however, since my toddler still isn’t sleeping through the night. No, that’s putting it mildly. He refuses to sleep through the night. He abhors bedtime. Perhaps my son was a Welsh poet in his previous life?

Work becomes at best a hiccup and at worst a reprieve from the routine of the day. I don’t ever want to treat work as an escape from motherhood, nor do I want to resent work from tearing me away from my son. It’s a conundrum, and not just a maternal one. My husband similarly knows this back-and-forth game as well. He works a full-time, physically demanding job and usually has weekends off. He occasionally is jealous that I get, as one could call it, our son’s “best” hours. For the most part, I’m the one that has him during the fun, play time of the day while my husband is there just as Max is waking up or getting ready for bed. As the old saying goes, “The grass is always greener on the other side.” Or as parents say, “How come the baby never cries when he’s with you?”

I often think, “If I just had more ____, then I could breathe easier.” Whether it’s sleep, time, money, help, etc., I’ll convince myself that it would be the miracle cure to whatever happens to be stressing me out at the moment. Yet my biggest realization about motherhood is that I can’t control everything and micromanaging is rarely the answer. Yeah, sure, I had the realization, but that doesn’t mean I acted on it. Despite my repeat viewings of Frozen, my Type A Personality prohibits me from letting it go.

Like most working parents, I wear many hats in a 24-hour period. I’m an employee, a mother, writer, wife, sister, friend, and the list doesn’t end there. I’ve found it’s healthy to complain, sometimes I should say no, and asking for help is never a sign of weakness. There are huge life lessons I’ve learned and growing pains I’ve gone through in adding “mother” to my resume. Yet with all the soul-searching, usually the answer to my problem isn’t some grand sentiment that you’d find in an”inspiring quotes” Google search. Sometimes the solution is quite simple: Mommy wants a nap.

Who’s with me?

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