Six years ago while home in Columbus, Ohio, for a family visit, I took my sister to the North Market, a bustling downtown collective of farmers, artisans, and merchants. I had been hearing good things about Jeni Britton, a young ice cream savant, so we made a final stop at her scoop shop in the market.
I remember sitting on the sun-warmed steps of the North Market, taking my first bite of Jeni's Savannah buttermint ice cream. Peppermint exploded in my mouth, followed by a seductive, buttery saltiness. The creaminess was pure — like an after-dinner mint gone to heaven, removed from chalkiness and artificiality. It melted in my mouth, and I went for another bite. More