Clees and I poached a few huckleberries on a warm Sunday afternoon. It's an intimate hike squeezed in by the huckleberry bushes and the bay laurels. Afterwards, we scrounged together all the cash in our pockets to get a bowl of ice cream at ici. I felt like a kid with only five bucks and change in my sweaty hands waiting in line- regretful C and I could only share a three scoop. Even with exotic offerings like basil icecream, C wanted malted vanilla chocolate chip and chocolate hazelnut. After much negotiation, C conceded to a scoop of honey saffron, chicory, and the malted vanilla.
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