It’s quite hard to remember any summer that I didn’t had any ice cream. It’s even harder to remember a weekend in my grandparent’s house without ice cream. I have known ice cream since I was born. I think it was the first thing I ever eaten. The ice cream runs through my family veins. This little ice cream business that my grandparents have, is called “Pingo”. My grandparents come from a small town in Jalisco called Mexticacan. Some people say that this little city is the home of the ice cream. For example, my grandmother’s cousin is the owner of Helados Sultana. But for me there is no ice cream like my grandparents. The store they own is in a little town called Sabinas Hidalgo, is an hour away from Monterrey. My grandparents make all the ice cream they sell. And every flavor of every ice cream is delicious. Almost every summer they would make a different type of flavor, and that was amazing. But there is a type of ice cream that everyone loves. The coconut ice cream. This ice cream is my grandparent’s great masterpiece. People from other cities come to Sabinas to buy some of this great ice cream. Since I was a kid I remember that every week I would see my grandparents making ice cream and always trying to come up with new flavors or combinations. There is just one sad thing about this business, winter. It was always sad to see the store and the machines not functioning during winter. The good thing is that there were always ice cream for the family to eat. We could always count on a good piece of cold ice cream any time we would like one. And at the beginning of May the production starts again. This business has been around since almost 45 years now. One thing that I have never known is why my grandparents decided the weird name “Pingo” for the store. I have never thought of it. The name of the store was so normal for me that I never asked my grandparents why that name, or what does it even mean. Any way, this store and what it means not just to my grandparents but also to all my family has become the greatest possession for all of us. I would simply say that there is no better ice cream that the one you find in my grandparents store.