I scream, you scream
It’s been warm in Bellingham. I mean, WARM. Good weather for ice cream, I thought. A long ride to that ice cream seemed appropriate, too.
Ed & Aileen’s Dairy is a place I’ve driven and ridden past about a million times, and each time I’ve said to myself, I need to check it out.
Ed & Aileen sell milk and other dairy products under the Edaleen brand, though in spite of what the Bellingham State of Mind video says, Haggen doesn’t have any Edaleen-brand dairy products; however, the Kwik-E-Mart in the 76 station just north of Sehome Village is always advertising gallons of Edaleen milk for cheap.
The Edaleen dairy farm is quite large, the store less than a mile from the Canadian border on Guide Meridian Road, the arrow-straight highway from Bellingham. There’s lots of rural stuff along the way, with a few clumps of suburbia scattered here and there. And nice views of Mount Baker. I’ll cover this subject in more detail, in a future post.
But like the sign says, today my focus is on ice cream.
The store is a great idea, and lots of folks stop on their way to or from the Great White North. They have big refrigerated cases full of milk and other dairy products, but there’s also a soda fountain.
Of course there’s espresso. This is Western Washington, after all. They have other stuff for sale, too.
These days, not having logo apparel means giving up a significant revenue stream. Especially when just about everyone passing by here is in vacation mode. Fifteen bucks for a t-shirt? Why not, that’s cheap! Especially if you pay in Canadian dollars, which are worth a couple pennies more than greenbacks these days.
They have this stuff, too. No charge. Ed & Aileen’s is in Lynden, where dancing is illegal. Apparently, it leads to heavy petting, and we all know what happens after that.
There are many, many flavor combinations of milkshakes made with actual ice cream (they also have “shakes,” made with Soft Serve). I went for blackberry with french vanilla ice cream, which was still in the cow 48 hours ago, flavored with blackberries picked just down the road a ways (blackberry bushes are almost, but not quite, as prolific in these parts as kudzu in the South, so it’s not like you have to go far, or spend a whole lot of time to fill a bucket).
Four bucks even, Canadian at par. A few cents less than a gallon of premium for the GTS. Per gallon, any of the espresso drinks would’ve cost much, much more.