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As a child, I was told I could eat anything I wanted for dinner when I grew up. That included ice cream or anything else I could dream of while slowly chewing away of whatever I was eating. I usually thought of artichokes. Who dreams of artichokes? But for the first 10 years I lived on my own, I steamed artichokes for dinner every Sunday. Yesterday, I upgraded to ice cream for dinner. I wouldn’t want to do it every night but last night, it was delicious.