Once the ground begins to thaw, and the air is getting a little balmy, it feels so nice to get out and take a nice long walk. A few miles away, on the upper side of Brady Street is an old Italian neighborhood, speckled with specialty grocers, bakers, and tiny store-front restaurants, including Mr. D'Amato's Sanford, where I had my first taste of an herbed gelato. It was basil, and reminded me of spring. Armed with a plump, snow-white bulb of Glorioso's best fennel, and a box of amaretti from Sciortino's bakery, I headed home with hopes of coming close to capturing this same effect.

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