Oh, Winter. I do love you. . . . There’s something about the last gasp of winter that I absolutely adore. Because even though it’s technically springtime–what with the equinox being over and all–we northeastern folks know that pretty much doesn’t mean shit. And while there are usually a handful of truly glorious, 70-degree days…
Little Did She Know.
Once upon a time–or, really, about twelve years, twenty pounds, and a box of hair dye ago–I worked at an ice cream shoppe. I took a certain pride in my important, dessert-based work. Candy combinations. Cream in the hopper. Icing perfectly dolloped. I was good at it. And even though it was “just a job”,…