To the Editors:
Upon finishing your story on ice cream [Aug. 10], my husband got out of bed, dressed, drove four miles to Baskin-Robbins, purchased a quart each of French vanilla and double chocolate fudge. He polished off a bowl of the combined flavors before drifting off to sleep, where visions of sugarplums must have danced in his head.
Late one night, after finishing your article on ice cream, I forgot calories, triglycerides and cholesterol. I had to have ice cream, preferably mocha-nut or rum-raisin marshmallow-nut. What had my...