Day 54: Big, creepy cow's head!

I'm Adam Sell and I have two months left before I leave Boston. My challenge? Do something in the city every day. Have ideas for my adventure? Send me an email.

Wine sorbet. That's what my mother got. Sadly, they didn't have any of the cajun corn-flavored ice cream for me to sample.

J.P. Licks is all about the interesting ice cream flavors, including their submission for Iron Chef J.P. - a cajun corn pudding flavored ice cream. The idea of a spicy ice cream just seems to go in the face of everything ice cream was meant for, but hey, I'm up for a little bit of experimentation. As it was, I went with the Cow-lua flavor, which the big board indicated was made with actual alcohol.

My family accompanied me on this pilgrimage to the original J.P. Licks in Jamaica Plain, and we each chose something different. Cow-lua for me, sangria-flavored sorbet for my mother, and far more boring choices for my father and sister. Obviously, the booze in the dessert was all that mattered. And it was very, very good booze-flavored ice cream. I tried the sangria sorbet, and you could definitely notice the kick. Good thing I wasn't driving this time around.

I do have to say something about the cows, for there were a lot of them. The big cow's head above the awning outside was one thing, but then the life-size model inside? The Holstein spot-shaped tables? The hovering dude with a cow-themed shirt? That was interesting. Of course, I immediately passed off my camera and proceeded to "milk" the big hollow cow in the corner, even though it had no utters. I do hope I did not try to milk a steer.

After collecting our cups of ice cream, we retreated to the patio to savor the waning summer evening while digging in. Isn't it nice to have a couple of days now where we weren't under the constant threat of thunderstorms? I may have just jinxed it, but I've got only six days left — I think I could make even a rainy day work at this point.