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September 24, 2009
My boyfriend and I are at Dairy Queen somewhere in New Jersey. We ordered Blizzards inside and are eating them on a bench outside. I have his favorite variety, Heath Bar, and he's trying something exceedingly chocolate with brownie chunks.

After the first few exclamatory spoonsful, I marvel to myself silently that I can't believe I haven't had more than maybe two Blizzards in my lifetime. By the time I'm done, I remember why.

This is not the start of a new tradition for me. As it is, I feel as if I'm piggybacking on someone else's nostalgia, and failing.