Today is the pseudo celebration of National Hot Fudge Sundae Day. I know it’s just a way to sell ice cream, but for me, it brought back memories.

My dad was a career officer in the USAF. We moved every 1-2 years from my birth, all the way up to my sophomore year in high school. I lucked out and got to graduate in a school I spent three years in.

It’s hard to have traditions when you are packing up and leaving town so often.

Daddy and I did have a tradition, though. No matter where we were, we would go to Baskin Robbins and have ice cream.

We always got the same dessert – he would pick, and I as the dutiful daughter would follow.

For several years, our go-to dish was the hot fudge sundae. Or, as Daddy called it, the hot sludge fundae. Being the sarcastic and jovial dad that he is, that’s the way we would order them. I’ve never heard them called that, before or since.

Tonight my hubby, son, and dog went to a local drive through to get a hot fudge sundae. I smiled as I thought of all the ice cream treats my dad and I have shared. I just couldn’t go to Baskin and Robbins without him.

Next time I go see him, we will just have a delayed hot sludge fundae celebration.

(The dog of course had a dish of vanilla)