An Ode To DP DOUGH
Chris German's version of a UCONN original There was a time when winter lasted most of the year for me and the only way to ward off the frigid New England night, or so I thought, was a visit from DP Dough. Last night, I got a visit once again from that famed culinary conundrum and it remined me how far I have roamed from the Hills of Storrs, CT. Winter came to the desert last night and with it, snow capped hills complete with cactus and coyotes. It reminded me that I walked away from winter when I left Connecticut what seems to be a life time ago. But as happenstance would have it, I was in the process of reliving another winter tradition that made the cold nights at UCONN a little warmer for me back in the day. In doing, so I relived a memory that helped me develop my winter weight which saw me through the frigid Northern winds of UCONN and ensured I could survive the icy walk of death to that 8 AM Friday morning lecture. DP DOUGH , a mashup of Italian, American...

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