Ever since coming off my hormonal birth control, my monthly pre-period craving has become the world renowned classic, otherwise known as gelato, helado, or ice cream. I’m declaring this a safe space for what I am about to say (or should I say write) next is definitely controversial; Until recently, ice cream was never top of my list. To clarify, I am not a psychopath. If ice cream cake was presented at a birthday party, I would be excited about the upgrade from your standard yellow cake with chocolate frosting. If I found myself in Italy, you bet I was seeking out dulce de leche gelato. My dad routinely ended his night with a generous bowl of some sort of chocolate, coffee, nut combo before falling asleep with his head on my mom’s lap, no later than 9:30pm. It was readily available and normalized as an everyday treat, yet for whatever reason it wasn't my go to. I didn’t have anything against it per say, it just never called to me. Until recently that is. And ever since my hormones came back to their normal selves, I have been a mad woman on the hunt for the best ice cream in Denver. 

Yes, yes it may officially be fall but with temperatures hovering in the 80’s all week, I say ice cream season is still in full swing. Also, who doesn’t like ice cream year round? Why should we confine such a delectable dessert to one season?! Plus many places now offer seasonal flavors such as pumpkin chocolate chip. Whatever the weather may be, I hope you enjoy indulging in these woman owned ice cream shops as much as I did.

I have been smoking/consuming marijuana for 16 years. I have been smoking/consuming marijuana, legally, for 10 years. In my opinion, the best thing about weed getting legalized (besides no longer having to work around your dealer's schedule, pretend like you're friends and hang out for more time than you want so they don't get their feelings hurt when they realize the relationship is strictly business. Pineapple Express wasn’t just a funny movie-it’s based on true events) is quality control. My old memories of taking edibles are more like nightmares. You just never knew what you were getting into and one time I actually got the point where I was throwing up from making the classic "I don't feel it, I'm going to eat more" move, on what I now realize was probably a 200mg edible.