Let me start by saying that it is not because of any of her more known accomplishments. It’s not that she was Britain’s first woman prime minister and the nation’s longest-serving of the 20th century. It’s not that she was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by the United States, the Republican Senatorial Medal of Freedom, the Ronald Reagan Freedom Award, the Patron of the Heritage Foundation of the Grand Order of King Dmitar Zvonimir of the Republic of Croatia or that she was given the Order of Merit by Her Majesty the Queen.
It’s not that she promoted a free-enterprise economy, or that she implemented tight monetary policies to control inflation, lower taxes and reduce government spending, nope. Not even because she introduced legislation to curb the monopoly powers of trade unions and make their leadership more accountable to their members. Or not even because of all her support and work with the Northern Atlantic Alliance.
No, none of these above achievements can trump the one and truly amazing thing she did which has driven me to fall head over heels in love with this woman. Much before all of this, back in the ’40s in fact, she was involved in the creation of soft serve ice cream. You heard me right…SOFT SERVE ICE CREAM!!!
After graduating from Oxford, she worked as a chemist for J. Lyons and Co and was on a team that helped develop a method for whipping air into ice cream which led to the modern day soft serve cone. To me there is nothing finer than a vanilla soft serve spiral in a delicious cake cone, drizzled with hot fudge (not to be confused with chocolate syrup) and sprinkled with a few peanuts pieces. I am one smitten kitten for The Right Honourable the Baroness Thatcher!
Could you imagine a world without Tastee Freez, Dairy Queen or McDonald’s sundaes? Certainly not a world I would want to live in. Thank you Mrs. Thatcher for giving me reason to exist and bringing more delight to this chubby kid than another single person on the face of this planet has…and this is why I love you.