Ice cream. I used to be addicted to the stuff. Quite literally. A while back now, but I was one of those people who could sit there with a single spoon and tub of Ben and Jerrys, and an hour later peer into the bottom of the cardboard pot and wonder where it’s all gone. Or on the odd occasion, savouring every mouthful to the extent that I’d use a teaspoon, but still get through the whole thing anyway…perhaps in two sittings. In the same day. That’s why now, ice cream is treat. Apart from when I’m out for a 2/3 course dinner and the dessert option comes with a scoop, or there’s an affogato on the pudding list (a sure fire winner of a…
