This reminds me of those times when the ice cream man came into our neighborhood when I was a kid. I remember the feeling I had while running to the truck clutching a quarter in my hot little hand. The rush, the excitement, the anticipation...."What should I get? What should I get?". Although I always got the same thing.....an orange popsicle or a Hoodsie. That way there was always 10 cents left over for 5 pieces of Bazooka Bubble Gum and 5 jawbreaking Fireballs. (I was always thinking) The ice cream truck in our neighborhood was an old white pickup truck with an cab insert into the truck bed....very similiar to this one.......
It was just a large freezer of sorts, but unlike this photo, the one that I remember had three doors....one on each side and one in the back. Like this truck. This belongs to the Sundae School......one of my favorite places to go on Cape Cod.
I always marveled how the ice cream man always knew where each particular ice cream was located in the back of the truck. Hoodsies on the left.....fudgicles and popsicles on the right, bubble gum and fireballs down back. Now, it truly amazes me how I can remember useless information like this, and not remember where I put my sunglasses from ten minutes ago. I know, I know...short term memory, it's fading fast. Now where was I again??? Notice how the ice cream man was wearing white? In the 60's (or so I'm told....wink, wink) the ice cream man wore a uniform. Not a skull and crossbones T-shirt. AND, notice that he's happily waving goodbye to the kids......not flipping them the bird and yelling for them to eat the ice cream away from the truck. Sigh. Those were the days.
I admired this fancy ice cream holder in Martha Stewart's Cupcake Book....so of course I had to have it. It makes decorating and display a breeze, although I wish they would make one that holds a dozen instead of just four. Martha, use your connections to get on that please.
Oh....did I mention that these are cupcakes and frosting and not really ice cream?? I was invited to a cook-out and thought these might be fun for the kids.
Of course baking the cones was challenging so I covered the top of a fluted cake pan with heavy duty aluminum foil...
....and poked small evenly spaced holes to insert each cone.
The trick is to get them placed well enough to stand up securely. Of course it would have been a lot easier if I had used the flat bottomed cones....but that's no fun, is it? Besides, I'm all about the presentation. My grandmother used to call them "horns". She'd say, "Let's go to Howard Johnson's and get a couple of horns". Translation? Let's go to HoJo's for ice cream! You could always depend on Nana to get you a horn when you really needed one.
Then you can fill them with cupcake batter, taking care to only fill them about 1/2 full.
They only took about 25 minutes to bake at 350 degrees. Then I took them out of the pan and placed them in a cardboard insert to completely cool. I put them in the fridge to be sure. Don't even think about making these in humid weather, otherwise that crisp little waffle cone will turn into a flabby pancake in about ten minutes. If this happens, your only hope is to lay them out on a cookie sheet and put them in a warm oven for about 20-30 minutes to "dry" out and crisp back up again.
Once they were cooled, I frosted them with a rich, dark buttercream and finished them off with brightly colored sprinkles.
The cupcake "cones" were a hit at the cook-out!
Okay.....so who's up for a horn at HoJo's??