What, you've never heard of this holiday? Then read on, because you're definitely missing out.
About 35 years ago a tired and frustrated mom of 6 in Rochester, NY was looking for a diversion for her family's cabin fever during the cold and snowy winter. She hit upon a novel idea and declared the first Saturday in February to be "Ice Cream for Breakfast Day". It was a hit (how could it not be?) and soon became an annual event, with more and more participants each year. Over the years, the mom's children and their friends all grew up, and many started hosting their own "ICFBD"s. As happens, people move around, and before you knew it ICFBD was being celebrated not just in Rochester but around the world. There's even a website now. I learned about ICFBD from a dear friend here in Israel who was a guest in those early years. She's hosted on and off for years, and even her parents have gotten in on the act and often host their own gathering, complete with their own ICFBD scrapbook.
This year my friend decided she wasn't up for hosting, so I decided to pick up the mantle. The hoards will descend on Saturday, 3 February, at 10am. I'm expecting between 30 and 40 people (no one wants to miss a chance at ice cream for breakfast!). It's sure to be a calorie-laden, sugar-loaded madhouse. I can't wait. And if you find yourself in the neighborhood, just pick up an ice cream or a topping and come on along, the more the merrier.
And if any of you decide to adopt this tradition, I'd love to hear about it.