I love ice cream. Lately, I've been eating it with (or for. . .) every meal. I know, a bad bad habit. But really, how can something so good be so bad for me? Currently, we have three cartons of ice cream in our freezer. Rasberry Sherbet, Vanilla Bean and Butterfinger. Now this isn't because we are glutenous people who spend all our money on ice cream so we can gain an exorbitant amount of weight, but because my former roommates brought over ice cream and then left it because there is no room in their freezer. I promise.