Dear Dulce de Leche,

Don't get down when people over look you for the more seasonal flavors. I think you're sweet. In fact, you're probably the sweetest gelato I've ever met. And while you'll never arouse the fever that, oh, Blood Orange, or Rosemary Honey Goat's Milk, or Pumpkin often do, you're always there for us. Winter, spring, summer, and fall. Like a good friend, you're predictably delightful, and I'll take that over a passionate seasonal fling any day.