The perfect balance between soft and firm, slightly crumbly, a little buttery and always sweet.
We all pay for our sins somehow.
Jump. Run. Walk. Ball. Throw. Catch. Milk. Baby… Mother.
The front porch of our little, off-white stucco house in Medora, N.D., was a magical place to be on hot, muggy summer evenings.
Originally published in the NDSU student newspaper, The Spectrum, in 1988 under the headline, “Student Body Election causes turmoil within the Greek system.”