5 days to Christmas
i’m going to admit it. i love target. i love the target on cedar-warrensville. i do. i do.
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i love driving fairmount boulevard from its first hook off cedar road all the way to its tail end somewhere past kirtland. actually, i prefer it if someone else drives so that i can keep my nose against the window, watching the old industrial revolution mansions give way to trendy shops (let’s hear it for on the rise!) until the road eventually spills into acres and acres of farmland. out there, i feel like anne of green gables or rebecca of sunnybrook farm or heidi (sans the mountains).
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baseball. there is nothing more delicious on a summer evening than riding the RTA downtown and crossing the bridge from tower city to jacob’s field for a muggy indian’s game. (where else in the world is it still 90 degrees close to midnight?)
the fireworks. the city spread behind the stadium. the sky chalked by the enormous lights. seeing your husband with the glee of a twelve-year-old. as mastercard would say, priceless.
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mitchell’s ice cream! i could eat mitchell’s ice cream all day long. except i couldn’t because it’s too rich and delicious and it would kill me!
i can hear you from here. you’re wondering what in the world makes this different from ben and jerry’s or häagen-dazs or dairy queen. why should you put on your boots and your hat to treck out to beachwood just for some ice cream?
i’ll tell you. they make their own whipped cream. they make their own hot fudge. they candie their own pecans. (they also make their own ice cream which is seriously tasty.)
thank you mike and pete! it is the best ice cream i’ve ever had!
[well, i’m excluding european magnum bars … ]
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loganberry books is tucked up off the street on the edge of cleveland’s trendy shaker square. i discovered it quite by accident.
i was trying my best to rustle up a copy of the elusive and long out-of-print children’s book pudding is nice when i cyber-stumbled on a used book store that will track down vintage, out-of-print children’s books. i think i jumped up and down and clapped my hands when i realized that this amazing book store is not only in ohio, not only in cleveland, but just a few minutes from my apartment!
for those biblioholic, feminist mothers out there, loganberry books is ambrosia for the heart and soul.
[ps - i’m on an eternal hunt for pudding is nice. let me know if you find a copy.]
