Nostalgia in a Cone
You can go home again
I grew up in Syracuse, New York and soft ice cream was a wonderful part of every summer. Smooth, creamy and cold — but not too cold — this heavenly treat is a staple of my childhood.
Now I am here again, visiting family and beloved friends. I’ll do lots of lunch dates this week. And after each one, I’ll find my way to a soft-serve ice cream stand.