slam my roof and newly painted porch like missiles. I have already picked up seven buckets-full and at least that many more await my hands, which they stain a sticky lime-green.
I may hate they fact they pelt my car, but I love walnut gelato -- the woody taste, so subtle, and the smooth texture reminding me of Italy and of Angelo Brocato's on Carrollton Avenue in New Orleans.
Now if I could just figure out how to find the time to make my own . . . .
2 comments:
you can find the time. just do it! now maybe I'll try black walnut ice cream again in honor of you and in memory of my father.maybe my taste buds have evolved!
write something about why we have to copy those damn letters in order to post a comment. I mean I had to do it twice and sometimes the letters run together. what is the purpose of that? like if I don't copy their letters I am not allowed to post- how would that stop anyone??? of course you couldn't put up a nice picture, tho!
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