It’s inevitable at our house. Each year, a couple of weeks after I bring home the Girl Scout cookies (the ones you have to buy because someone in your office’s daughter is selling them, but you don’t really mind because you love them), my husband comes home from the store with a tub or two of Thin Mint or Samoas ice cream. I usually try to stick to the Dreyer’s slow-churned light flavors, or Ciao Bella sorbet (anyone tried the Blood Orange?), but I don’t object to this stuff because it’s yummy and it’s rare.