Mickey. Yes, you heard me right. Mickey. I know what you're thinking. "What kind of food is a mickey?" Well, no kind of food that I know of. We've heard of people who "slip a mickey" to someone, but that has more to do with a beverage than with food. Nobody I know would ever slip anybody a mickey, even though most everyone I know drinks beverages (you know, like lemonade). But I definitely don't hang out with "slip a mickey" creeps.
So, what does Mickey have to do with food? Let me tell you. Do you remember your childhood ice cream truck? It would drive through the neighborhood in the summertime and before you ever saw the truck you would hear its music? "Everybody. SHUT. UP. Do you hear it?? Is that the ice cream man?!!!" Then mayhem as everybody dropped their bats and balls (what can I say, I was a tomboy) and ran to their houses to look for change. The music, which sounded like carnival music, got louder and louder as the truck got closer and closer. And you practically had a heart attack thinking it would pass you by while you were still ripping the couch apart looking for those coveted quarters. Good times!
Because of the carnival music, you almost expected the ice cream truck to be driven by a bear twirling a baton and wearing a tutu. The ice cream truck that came through my neighborhood, however, was not driven by a bear. It was driven by an old gray haired little man named . . . Mickey. There. Now you know. Mickey, the ice cream man. He was a sweet old guy who for some reason took a special liking to me. I know what you're thinking. But this was back in the "Leave it to Beaver" days, not the "Criminal Minds" days, so it wasn't weird or creepy. He was just a kind hearted old man who brought us kids the most delicous fudgesicles and strawberry shortcake ice cream on a stick. And, yes, occasionally he would bring me a gift, which, I guess now that I think about it, could have been misconstrued as creepy. But it wasn't. It was sweet.
And that's my "M" - Mickey the ice cream man.