Sitting at my desk, thinking about what to write today, and eating a bit of rocky road. The first two parts of that statement are probably pretty similar for a lot of us, but I doubt there are many who hold the same affinity for ice cream that I do. Ice cream and I have been having an affair for as long as I can remember. When I was a kid, whenever we spotted a Twistee Treat, my dad would dart across lanes of traffic to make a bee line for a vanilla chocolate dip. When I visited Italy, I got lost and sat down with a map in one hand and a gelato in the other. Once I figured out where I was, I rewarded myself with another gelato. I own an ice cream machine - a pretty nice one - and made ice creams for my friends back when I had the time. I've been to the Ben & Jerry's factory multiple times. Ben & Jerry's Superfudge Chunk is my all time favorite flavor, but I also love rich and delicate flavors like lavender honey and pecan. I'm a dedicated lover too. Sorbet and frozen yoghurt are lovely, but they are not substitutes for ice cream. I know that part of this dessert favoritism probably stems from an emotional response to the memories I have associated with ice cream, but there's just something perfect about frozen cream and sugar that my tastebuds adore.