When we asked our daughter what she wanted for her birthday this year, she had just one specific thing in mind: A tub of ice cream from the Puritan Ice Cream factory on Washington Street in Roslindale, up by Forest Hills. The idea of having an ice-cream factory in her neighborhood has long fascinated her. And knowing their smallest size is three gallons made a Puritan tub seem, well even more special.
We went down today for a party tomorrow (they're only open until 4, Mon-Fri.). You enter the side door (not the front one on Washington St). into a tiny waiting room with a small window that opens into an office. Tell the manager sitting there what flavor you want, he calls down to the factory floor, you hand over your $25 and in less than a minute, some guy dressed in a winter coat, thick pants and a warm hat comes out from the factory with your tub - which he tells you will feed 40 or 50 as he brings it out to your car for you.
Most cool, at least until you get the thing home and realize it won't fit in the freezer of your side-by-side, which makes you make an emergency ice run to the nearest market in the hopes that if you fill the bottom of your refrigerator with oh, say, 20 lbs of ice, and then lower the refrigerator temperature and surround the tub with the ice, that it will last until tomorrow.
Before we entombed it in ice, we weighed the behemoth: 15.8 pounds.