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Pineapple Coconut Tropical Dixie Pops … just the name is like a breath of fresh air. With the summer temperatures peaking, you will enjoy this cool and refreshing treat. Even if you find this recipe later in the winter months, it will be a well received dessert.
I just love using 3 oz Dixie cups for my popsicle treats. They are the perfect size and are easy to grab and go for kids (and adults) who don’t have time to take a break from playing! :)
I remember making OJ (orange juice) popsicles every summer when I would visit my great grandparents. Do you remember those metal ice-cube trays that had a lever on the top that you use to break the ice cubes from the mold? Oy-vey, am I dating myself here?! haha Shoot, do ice-cube trays even exist at all these days, what with all the build-in ice-cube makers in freezers?
Anyway, back to Great Grama’s… we used to make a pitcher of orange juice and pour it into the metal ice-cube trays. After they went into the freezer I had to patiently wait for them to almost set up so I could poke a toothpick into the center of each cube and then continue to let it freeze until hard. This was my job. One that I that I took very seriously.
I would push a dinning room chair into the kitchen and snug it up against the fridge. Climb on the chair, open the freezer and with a steady hand I would poke a toothpick into the center of each cube. Great Grama would try to hurry me along as I was cooling the house down by keeping the freezer door open so long, but I was not to be rushed! This was a special job and took great concentration. :)
Bless her heart for having so much patience with me. After they were frozen we would pop them out and place them in a Ziplock baggie so we could make another batch. This way, we never ran out.
Grama’s kitchen was like a drive-through. Throughout the day, my girlfriend Bonita, and I would come in the house from playing… running in through the front door, without stopping, making our way through the kitchen were Great Grama would be standing with a popsicle in each hand. We would snatch them without breaking stride and beline straight out the back door!
Playing was hard work and there weren’t any “labor” laws to force us into taking scheduled breaks. haha Ah, those memories are so precious to me. As I was getting lost in thought while writing this, I was inspired to look through my pictures to see if I could find a picture of Bonita and me. I don’t have many pictures of my childhood, they are far and few between. I was elated when I stumbled upon this one. Bonita is on the left side of the picture and I am on the right. Believe it or not, but we are the same age. I was always a short little thing. haha If memory serves me right, I finally “grew into” that bike around the age of 12. :)
Yields 3 cups ( I made 9 / 3 oz dixie cups worth )