What is there about impending summer that inspires me to eat ice cream? Delicious, cold, creamy, delectable ice cream! And why does this always happen just about the time I am taking stock of my summer body? Under the cover of winter wools, fleeces and flannels, I can delude myself into thinking that I can still strut my stuff at the beach of my choice. But when the calendar flips around to May and June, I turn on my critical eye and take a really good look. Oh, was that there last year? Now, the truth is I love ice cream no matter what the season. But the memories of past summers  riding my bike after the ice cream trucks of my youth – slurping down that delightful double scooped cone on a hot, hot beach – makes summer ice cream all the more “irresistible”. Thing is, I’m not the…