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THE MOST INFAMOUS ICE CREAM-CAKE IN ALL OF HIP-HOP HISTORY.
PIC INFO: Spotlight on Carvel's Cookie Puss ice cream-cake character that influenced the 1983 comedy hip-hop song of the same name by the BEASTIE BOYS. The image was featured in the "Beastie Boys Book," published in 2018, and written by Mike D. & Ad-Rock.
SONG FACTS:
"An early Beastie Boys song, this one is about the Carvel ice cream cake Cookie Puss, which has cookies for eyes and an ice cream cone for a nose (and on St. Patrick's day, it became Cookie O'Puss). It was advertised in the Beastie stomping grounds of New York City with low-budget TV commercials featuring the voice of company founder Tom Carvel. Like many youths, the Beasties grew fascinated with Cookie Puss and saw his inherent humor."
The song is essentially a prank phone call to Carvel where Ad-Rock hectors an employee, asking to speak with Cookie Puss and then trying to order one. They were all teenagers at the time, so these kind of prank calls were on brand. Like many of their interactions of that era, it's one Ad-Rock came to regret. "There's a definitely line between funny prank call and being mean," he wrote in the Beastie Boys Book. "Just randomly calling and cursing a woman out on the phone is not cool."
Source: https://twitter.com/BeastieBoysBook/status/1057662783020384256 (I cropped it to death, though!)
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tfblovesfood · 2 years
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“A Carvel Ice Cream ad aired on local Florida television circa 1984″
WUT? FLORIDA?
I only saw them Carvel ads in North Jerz as a kid.
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mochasundae · 10 months
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:D
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me n him against the world :3
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myimaginaryradio · 1 year
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And now a word from our sponsor... not really but...
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I miss Tom Carvel
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eggsdrawings · 3 months
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january birthday boys 🎂
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gameraboy2 · 6 months
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Carvel sign, West Palm Beach, Florida
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epersonae · 11 months
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I finally wrote some silly, short, fluffy modern AU Ed/Stede fic, which is also very much drawn from my own experience:
What if you were making fun of someone else's wedding, and happened to say that you could do it better, and then it became a bit, and then..........maybe it's not a bit?
In which even the canon callbacks, most of them, are drawn from life.
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artdunk · 2 years
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Diabolical Ghost and Jellicle Cats
36 x 48
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carldoonan · 6 months
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Cookie Puss 🍪🍦✨
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dynamoe · 1 year
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St. Patrick's Day is less than a week away.
You must pledge your loyalty to one of two camps.
Then the war begins.
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phillyradiogeek · 1 year
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1982 - Carvel Santa and Chanukah cakes
I want that Santa ice cream cake really bad!
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I think I’d legitimately start crying if I watched any Staten Island area local television right now, I haven’t been back in so long. I miss it.
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shironezuninja · 2 years
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Well, this afternoon didn’t go as planned.
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xtrablak674 · 8 days
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A Bicycle Story
As I continue to ruminate over my life I realize how truly blessed I have been all through-out my time on this planet. I recall a conversation with my nibling where they inferred I had lived in the ghetto, I had a surprising angry reaction to this flippant comment as I let them know I had never lived in anyone's ghetto.
This was true, I was bought up in a city that was more or less a big town, my building was a lot nicer than where my cousins lived. Even my god grandmother's house, was just that a house albeit the only time I had ever lived in a house. My grandparents live in NYCHA for over fifty years and I remember how nice their projects used to be, but it was never the ghetto, they were upper middle-class people taking advantage of the fact that their rent was based on their income. Even on my own I have lived in very decent apartments, never owning always renting, but never the ghetto.
Albeit we were quite poor in my mom's house I never wanted for any of the basics. And notwithstanding I may not have had the abundance that Kelsey or Robert, one being a single child from a two-parent upper middle-class household and the other from a three children two-parent upper middle-class household who both owned houses, I had all that I needed.
There were also so many opportunities that my mom took advantage of food stamps, government surplus foods, head-start, various extracurriculars like little league, cub scouts, choir, chorus and school plays. Just thinking about how busy I was kept as a kid, to a single-mom with three kids, how could I ever fix my face to say I was missing out on something? I had busloads of first cousins who I saw often and it always seemed like we were going to some family holiday.
My clothes may not have been fresh-to-def but they were clean, the passing fads were just that, passing right by my household because there wasn't even the notion of disposable income. People sometimes think lack of wealth, means lack of joy and I don't think those two things are equivocal. Because there was joy in my home, in lunch at McDonald's, all those Carvel ice cream cakes I had for birthdays, picnics down by the river, summer camp, road trips to Coney Island or something simple like breakfast for dinner, pass the syrup please!
Mom found the joy in family and celebration. Curious as an adult I hold no value in either of those things, because you need one to enjoy the other, and my adulthood has a waning of familial relations, as I said before there's no matriarch to hold it all together. But back to what this entry is about, its about blessings, joy and appreciation, the thing that hit my spirit this morning was bicycles.
I was trying to remember who taught me how to ride a bicycle, and I don't recall anyone actually doing that. As I am writing right now, there was someone who taught me how to patch a flat tire, a skill I have never partaken of. Uncle Larry, one of the sons of my god-grandmother who I looked up to in so many ways. He had a bachelor pad in his mom's house with a shag carpet, record player and drum set, in my eyes next to my dad he was the coolest person ever!
Possibly Uncle Larry taught me how to ride a bike, but I don't think so. But it is possible. I recall the bike quite well, it was actually my younger brother's bicycle a banana seat Huffy with a western-themed name on its crank-guard. It was a beige color and for me it was a key to the wider world in the small city of Peekskill in Westchester County.
The bicycle was a gift from his dad, one of the only times I remember his father doing anything for his first-born son other than maybe a handful of trips. But since I was older and bigger, it sort of became my bicycle. I recall exploring woods and abandoned places with my school mates, zipping up and down the hilly landscape of my neighborhood and the surrounding areas.
I put serious milage on that bicycle and I remember when my grandparents finally bought me my own bicycle, a blue unbranded BMX style ride with black handlebars, I was pissed when Grandma Susie said I need to let my brother ride on MY BIKE! I felt offended, encroached upon, did I already say offended? Why should he get to ride around on MY BRAND SPANKING NEW BICYCLE? In my head I had dubbed the bike K.I.T.T. after one of my favorite TV shows at the time, I remember using the kickstand to make a sound-effect that was very futuristic like the talking car on the show!
As an adult I don't think I ever considered how important these bicycles were to us as children, and that others provided them for us even though they wouldn't necessarily see us use them. I remember when Grandma Susie and Grandpa Melvin got my god-brother a bike too and this bicycle was seriously a reject from an episode of Fat Albert and the Cosby kids, it was made up of parts recycled from other bikes and I remember it was heavy and ugly as fuck!
Now a three-bicycle household I was sometimes relegated to riding the younger kids bikes, not my brand new Cadillac bicycle. As an adult I realize the other adults were doing what was fair, but then I was so done with everybody, as my younger brother got to ride my bike, my god-brother his bike, and I stuck on my god-brother's hoopty! #HowIsThisFair But the fact that we had bikes at all was a blessing.
I didn't realize that I have only had three bicycles in my lifetime, the BMX, which my grandparents upgraded to a mountain bike which I carried into my young adulthood, until it was stolen in Manhattan. To my current bicycle a silver Mongoose ten speed mountain bike, which I bought with my ex for a little over a hundred dollar.
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Right before the pandemic I nearly left it out on the street for someone else to have, but decided to keep it and it came in handy when the pandemic came and riding on the train wasn't really something I wanted to do, when I could just as easily bike to my job at the Census in Bedstuy.
The fact that I have had so much stability and I have consistently had a roof over my head most of my adult life is sadly rare and as I reflect it is another thing to be extremely blessed for. Sometimes we get caught up in the things that other folks have but don't take the moment to realize that what we had may not have been ideal, but it wasn't less than someone else's experience. These are the building blocks that create a life and I think when we acknowledge the abundance in our lives we become much more appreciative for the things we do have.
[Photo by Brown Estate]
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nycmixing · 4 months
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Carvel // Bananas Foster Sundae Dasher + Whipped Cream
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travsd · 10 months
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Happy Birthday, Tom Carvel!
Born today, the much-missed ice cream entrepreneur Tom Carvel (Athanasios Karvelas, 1906-1990). Those of a certain age RELISHED (and I mean ALL of us) Carvel’s voice-overs in his own TV and radio commercials wherein he hustled such frozen treats as Fudgy the Whale and Cookie Puss, many of which were clearly created using the same ice cream molds. I’m taking the unusual step of not telling you…
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