I have baseball to talk about. However, it is cold here, and utterly silent outside my home. Thus, you will have to listen to a short story first. This is the way things work sometimes.
It was early 2003, maybe February. Maybe late January. Valentine’s Day had not yet come, because that year was the first time I ever tried to make chocolate-covered strawberries, and they were a goopy failure. I was a fairly accomplished cook at 22, but not well versed in candy making and the way chocolate has to be handled, so the chocolate on my strawberries did not harden up properly.