I return to my alma mater approximately once an year in September. Sometimes I have more time (and company) to hit up multiple old hangouts, but this year’s schedule was super busy. Outside of work events, I only had the stomach space to fit in one place: Jarling’s Custard Cup.
A mean someone once told me I wasn’t supposed to eat a [junior] pumpkin pie snowstorm on my own — call me stubborn and offended, but I insist.
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