Going home for the holidays is always a nostalgic experience, especially when it comes to food. I spent a week at my parents’ house in Massachusetts, and the first thing I did after dropping my suitcase by the front door was head straight for the fridge—or more specifically, for the freezer. Every year, in anticipation of my brother’s and my arrival, my mother stocks up on all the ice cream flavors we loved as kids: Oreo-mint, cookie dough, chocolate-fudge brownie. More