hungry in milwaukee

One of the stranger things I’ve eaten on the streets of Singapore is not any animal viscera or a strange fungus, but an ice cream sandwich … literally … an ice cream sandwich.  As I was strolling down Orchard Rd on a given tropic night, my mood was best described as moist; I saw the vendor on the corner selling ice cream (oh, sweet relief!).  So I walked up, quickly looked over the flavor list and picked ‘taro’.  The man proceeded to take out a large block of ice cream, cut off a wedge and placed it gently in a slice of bread.  No ordinary slice of white bread, but rather a pink and green swirled (ordinary) ’white bread’ – forming the most literal of ice cream sandwiches. 

I have to say that I kind of love it.  It’s the sort of thing that makes one nostalgic even if you’ve never eaten it before.  I can just imagine loving this as a child.  The ice cream is light and creamy.  The bread by itself is just a touch sweet. 

And the bread absorbs any ice cream that might melt in the Singapore heat… that is if it lasts long enough to melt at all.