
It is no secret that I love ice cream. I grew up eating it pretty much every night after dinner. Sometimes just a simple scoop, or uh, two, but more often than not, we made sundaes. Or topped our homemade pie with it. Yes, I was spoiled.
I grew up in New Hampshire, not far from the Ben & Jerry's factory in Vermont. To me, the generic brand of ice cream was Ben & Jerry's. Even the farm stand where I worked sold Ben &...