Some of the favorite memories of my youth involve the summers spent in Himmel’s bungalow colony in upstate New York. The caretakers lived directly across the road, in what I remember to be a shack equally as dilapidated as our bungalow. Not that I cared much. When I happened upon their space, I was there for only one thing – the small ice cream freezer in the corner. I had my eye on a particular prize – the orange creamsicles. The creamy ice pops were a summer treat, fresh with the taste of orange and sweet with milky goodness.