Dear Richard LaMotta,
I am deeply saddened by the news of your passing last Tuesday. I never knew you, but I’ve known your creation, the Chipwich, intimately for years now. I first met my good friend the Chipwich on the beach the summer when I was 6 years old. It was a particularly humid day as I wandered over to the beach shack to check out the popsicle selection. Popsicles are fun and all, but I was looking for a more sophisticated treat … something more imaginative than neon-colored sugary ice on a stick. Popsicles are so predictable. Something caught my eye. A picture of a round frosty treat unlike any I’d ever seen before. Two chocolate chip cookies with ice cream in the middle? An orbit of mini chocolate chips around the perimeter? My two favorite treats, ice cream and cookies, together in one glorious dessert? Was it a mirage? No, it was a Chipwich. And it was love at first bite. Throughout my life, I have relied on the Chipwich to help me through rough moments, hot summer days, late-night study sessions, PMS cravings, and bad breakups. In a world that is ever-changing, I can always find comfort in the fact that the Chipwich will be exactly as it was when I was 6. When I tear open the clear plastic, time after time I find a reliably wonderful, cookie-ful, ice creamy masterpiece. While you may be gone from the world as we know it, your spirit will live on through the Chipwich. In case you didn’t hear it enough while you were still here, thank you for your considerable contribution to society. Your Chipwich will forever bring joy to the dessert seekers of the world, young and old alike. Two chocolate chip cookies, with ice cream in between. A genius invention. The Chipwich. The Picasso of desserts.
With regrets and RIP,