Dear Turkey Hill Ice Cream,
We bought one tub of you each week at the Bread and Circus. We brought backpacks and walked from campus. We had a $65 grocery budget. We always included you, even though money was tight, because we had to have something sweet.
Not that you were just something sweet, Turkey Hill, you were much more than that. You were the childhood that we were attempting to ferry, one tub at a time, across the threshold into adulthood. We were buying our own groceries and felt so grown up. We were children playing house.
And you were delicious! Far tastier than your modest price point implied!
Thanks for all the bowls of happiness,
-e.