With a side of bacon, please

Tomorrow, Saturday, Feb. 1, is National Ice Cream for Breakfast Day.
My excitement at this news is a sure sign I am now officially old.
I used to look forward to February for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue.
I’m feeling bad that I did not write about this in my column last Sunday. Then I could have suggested we all make a big deal out of this holiday, which to me beats Groundhog Day by miles.
But there’s plenty of time to make plans to participate. Blue Ribbon Farm Dairy Ice Cream Bar, on Exeter Avenue in West Pittston, opens at 8 a.m. every Saturday. Or 10 a.m., depending on where you look on the internet. Either way, it’s breakfast time.
I’m still deciding what I’m going to order. But I’m thinking next year I will talk to Ken Sorick ahead of time about possibly whipping up a Bloody Mary milk shake for the occasion. Or maybe not.
A quick Google search revealed the charming tennis emporium Ballyhoo, on Luzerne Avenue in West Pittston, does not open on Saturdays until 2 p.m. It won’t qualify as breakfast, but I still may swing by for a New York egg cream.
I also found out that while the United States is the leading consumer of ice cream in the world, New Zealand is a close second. So if we want to stay on top we all have to do our part. Starting first thing tomorrow morning.
By the way, Blue Ribbon serves waffles.

Ed Ackerman