it’s been a long winter. a bitter, brutal, sadistic winter. lately, though, signs of spring have popped up across the city. flower pots are brimming, food trucks are coming out of hibernation, and birds chirp loudly and proudly in the wee new york mornings, defiantly chasing away the lingering cold. oh, and sullivan street bakery is selling its PMB, a ‘wich that contains savory pancetta, crisp basil leaves, and fresh slices of ripe MANGO. yes, MANGO. every bite of this genius ‘wich transported me to hawaii and to micronesia, the isles of my heart and home. the ‘wich disappeared down my gullet far too quickly, but the memories it triggered of carefree weekend afternoons in the pacific remain, helping to push winter out of the door at long last.