I wasn’t craving gelato on September 21st of last year. I was nine months pregnant, and my husband and I had just satisfied my hormonal need for salt and beef at the Snack Shack on Johnson Drive, a glorious greasy spoon that serves up smash burgers, onion rings and towering swirls of soft serve ice… Continue reading Cravings and Contractions: The food truck gelato that put me into labor