Wondering what it is with Seattle-ites and their ice cream fetish? There seems to be be a line in front of every permanent or mobile ice cream shop calling their product "artisan" or "handmade", with the obligatory flavors of fruits in season and salted something-or-other. Maybe we're all fattening up for our long, cold, wet winter. Personally, my fattening agent of choice is bacon. (Which doesn't seem to be working, as I tend to be freezing for eight months of the year. Maybe it's all that exercise....)
Oh, and Molly Moons is way overrated.
Oh, and Molly Moons is way overrated.
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