Kristine says she accidentally knocked on the wrong door first, and had some woman at house number such-and-such basically say, um, I’d love to have that ice cream, but I’m not Sam and I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Since I like to think things happen for a reason, and since I can’t deliver ice cream to Vermont from California (well, not in any condition you’d want to eat…) I knitted up some Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia today to send off to that wrong address. And had wayyy too much fun doing it. (I think I’ll look for a lighter-weight bowl for shipping, though.)