My first memory of dessert was those little cups of chocolate and vanilla ice cream that came with a tiny wooden stick. You know the ones. The kind where you’d peel back the paper lid, dig in with that splintery flat stick and somehow manage to scrape out every last bit of the half-melted swirl. Even writing that brings me right back to those days. I can almost feel that dry wooden texture on my tongue and in between my teeth and cringe. I can’t be the only one, right? But texture and all, I powered through, because let’s be honest—dessert can sometimes be the best part of school lunch...