Name: Emma Maxwell
Year: Class of 2019
Hometown: Evanston, Illinois
Intended Path of Study: Cognitive Science, minor in Spanish
An Ode to Honey Graham
When I was preparing to come to college, I wasn’t exactly anticipating eating five-star food every night. My expectations were pretty low. That is, they were low until I had the fortune of crossing paths with the Taharka Brothers “Honey Graham” ice cream in the FFC. For those of you who are unlucky enough to have never experienced the perfection that is Honey Graham, let me tell you a little about it.
It starts with a creamy base of slightly salty, mostly sweet caramel-esque ice cream. It’s reliable but never loses its charm. Much like the things that make Hopkins my home– my daily routine or the awesome study spots where I return time and time again– the base of Honey Graham is essential. It holds everything together.
Of course, Honey Graham isn’t just about the routine components. It also features a streak of graham cracker flavor (similar in consistency to cookie butter). This bonus ingredient is what really makes Honey Graham stand out. Here at Hopkins, it’s also the added bonus events that make life special. Sometimes they’re anticipated, like Hampdenfest in September, or sailing in the Inner Harbor with Outdoor Pursuits (shoutout to Brian, my favorite skipper). Sometimes, though, they’re unexpected, like when you take a bite of Honey Graham and get a surprise chunk of graham cracker. These events are just as wonderful. Puppies on the quad, Stressbusters giving out free back rubs in the library, Harry Potter night in the FFC. I can’t even count the number of festivals, celebrations, free-stuff-giveaways, and student-run events that I’ve stumbled upon in the less than three months that I’ve been here.
Every once in a while, of course, the freezer is a little too cold, and the Honey Graham is difficult to scoop. But this is par for the course. There will be weeks when you have four midterms and it’s rainy and you have no socks left because you haven’t done laundry for two weeks. But you remember that it’s just as hard for everyone else to scoop the ice cream and you grin and bear it. After all, we’re here because we love to learn. And learning takes some elbow grease.
But the payoff is huge. In the end, you always get your ice cream. And then you turn and smile at the person waiting behind you in line. And he knows, just like I do, just like you will, that Honey Graham is magical. Not because it’s elusive or mythical, but because, just like Hopkins, it’s unfailingly wonderful. It will surprise you and welcome you and make your life sweet. There is no other ice cream exactly like Honey Graham. And there is no other place exactly like Hopkins.
So if there’s one piece of advice I can give you, come to Hopkins.
And more importantly, eat the Honey Graham.
*Image of the ice cream & the puppies found on Google Images