I eat ice cream year-round and think everyone else should too. Summertime means outdoor ice cream season, of course, which is a little different from curling up at night in the winter with a spoon and a bowl of dark chocolate cacao nib gelato. I like my ice cream in a cup, in general, but there’s something particularly wonderful about ordering a cone on a bright sunny day and letting it drip down onto your fingers, leaving a sticky sugar residue that signals it’s time for a dip in cold ocean water at a hot sandy beach.
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Are you confused? Wondering if you’ve come to the wrong website? But that isn’t a baked good, you’re thinking. In fact, that looks an awful lot like a nourishing and savory dinner, not a crinkly chocolate cookie or a fruit-studded, sugar-dusted cake. What the heck!
As it turns out, man (or woman) cannot survive on biscuits and brownies alone. You could certainly try (I’ve done it) but you’ll likely end up slightly puffy in the facial region and craving a bowl of crunchy romaine lettuce something fierce.
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They say good things come in three, and that’s certainly true for language. Consider some wonderful trios of words: I love you is the obvious one. But also it’s snowing outside, come December, or a package arrived or let’s get ice cream. Oh wait. That’s four words.
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I biked to the beach this morning, getting there early enough to be the only one in sight. The day was still brand new, existing in that tenuous and delicate state of creating itself anew, before it has declared what it will be: sunny and hot or warm and breezy or cloudy and persistently gray. This beach—my beach—is rocky and wide, stretching for miles in both directions before twisting and turning to hide itself behind the far-off sandy cliffs of Orient Point.
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These past weeks of quarantine have triggered a real stripping down of life. A good analogy is my physical belongings: we left our apartment in New York City just as the virus started to really take hold. I didn’t know—or even stop to think—about when we’d be back. The question of “will we be back?” didn’t enter my mind at all, and it would have seemed laughable if it had. But here we are—two months later—with an ever-increasing likelihood that we won’t return.
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