Olive Oil Ice Cream
A realistic snapshot into my life: It’s Thursday at 10:32pm. I’m sitting on my bed, having just finished up (kind of) work for the day. I’m doing laundry because I realized too late that I didn’t have any clothes to pack for a trip to Philly. I fly out tomorrow morning at 6:45am. I can’t finish packing until my laundry is done. But at least I’ve already made ice cream! When I told my mom I was making olive oil ice cream this week, she said, “That is the most disgusting thing you have ever said to me.” My roommate, …