Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Crescent Ridge

When I was young living in suburban Boston, our family had our milk delivered to us from Crescent Ridge Dairy.  Later they expanded into ice creams and other sundries, and I remember the wonderment of finding ice cream sitting inside an insulated box on our doorstep.  Perhaps part of the fun of the bike deliveries for Berenbaum's is repeating this childhood memory of finding something wholesome and delicious delivered to your front door.

1 comment:

  1. Plus the insulated box was the catch all spot for all the things Bec and I would forget at each other's houses =)