I like to think that my ice cream obsession indirectly stems from the fact that my parents’ first date was at an ice cream parlor. While I was conceived many years after that occasion, the ice cream that brought my mom and dad together somehow made its way to the I-gotta-have-it part of my brain. I could eat ice cream morning, noon, and night, and every year on my birthday, I do exactly that. If I had to pick a favorite ice cream flavor, it would be coffee. I love how the bitter coff