I made my way to my local Dumbo Market and settled on a pint of Häagen-Dazs and a loaf of sliced brioche (which, I knew, would yield several peanut butter and jelly sandwiches over the coming days — huge win). When I got back home, I left the pint of vanilla ice cream on the counter to totally defrost, and an hour and a half later, I was left with a melted soup of cream and sugar.
