I’m going to be pretty up front with you guys with this post: it’s not meant to be serious at all. The not-so-witty title of Memorable Mondays should have tipped you off, but if not, you’ve now been warned. If you’re looking for words waxing eloquent about new foods, cocktails, and movies, then look elsewhere; this post is wholly about one of my favorite snacks that I was reminded of recently, the Push Pop. Last night, a family friend/brotherish figure and I got into a bit of a discussion about Push Pops and his desire to leave work to find this cool treat. Of course, like anyone who is still five inside, I could totally relate, and if you can’t, you have no business being my friend. I grew up working out my little wrists by pushing up this ice cream that inevitably satisfied my sweet desires and left me with both a sore arm and a soggy piece of cardboard from my need to savor every last drop. It wasn’t the most practical treat, but the Flintstones supported it, so I was sold. If you can understand any of this, I now present you with Chad’s excited pictures from last night so that you, too, can think back fondly on summer days as a kid.