On a recent Friday night I was off for a late night ice cream run with a friend, whom I will refer to as the Grey Albatross… even though I would prefer to refer to her as the Grey Haven… like in Lord of the Rings where the ships left to sail into the sunset. As we talked and wandered towards our ice cream destination we approached the frozen foods aisle with little thought. We soon realized that it was hard to determine which ice cream we wanted. Why, you ask?