We had a mostly uneventful drive home from Virginia. Mostly we discussed all of the stops we usually make (Read: bribes) that we couldn’t make along the way because of Passover. Ice cream? Nope. Doughnuts? No. Boxes of cookie crisp at our usual Target detour? No can do-sville. “But what can…
It’s amazing how I never really thought about ice cream. That is, of course, until I was told that my nut allergy meant that I couldn’t eat about 99.9% of the world’s ice cream. Adorable ice cream shops in small towns? Nope. Baskin Robbins? Forget about it. Any ice cream…
My kids’ daddy is a part-time chef. He’s a full time computer guy with a Chandler Bing-type job—no one has any clue what he actually does, but in his off hours he is experimenting with food and addicted to the Food Network and doing foodie guests spots on local Toronto…
