Currently in my freezer there is one last slice of ice cream pie. Next to that, a loaf pan of semifreddo minus one bite-size crater removed from its surface. In the fridge a pan of brownies teeters on a bowl of pudding. In the drawer where the vegetables should live, there is beer and… Read more »
“Roman, tomorrow is your birthday. We can do anything you want. We can go get ice cream? I can make you a special dinner? Anything.” Roman sat there thinking while I bombarded him with questions marveling that I was about to watch my number two turn 5. “I want a chocolate cake and I want… Read more »
