Editor’s Letter
SWEET memories Our beautiful cover of frozen treats inspires me to confess something: I love ice cream—perhaps a little too much. (I enjoy it enough that I try not to keep any in the house.) It will come as no surprise that ice cream was a big part of my childhood. My dad, not normally a man with a sweet tooth, was like a little boy in its presence to the end of his long life. Every Saturday night when I was young, my parents invited people over for a cookout. Usually, the guests were a mix of students from the nearby university, new members at church, or old family friends. The table was always full of life and conversation. There I learned valuable lifelong lessons on how to conduct myself…
