I discovered the one perfect food I would choose to get fat on, get sick from eating constantly, spend entire paychecks on, or… consume solely for the rest of my life. Ben and Jerry’s Vermonty Python. Oh. My. Goodness. I would compare the experience to sex, if I’d had it. Suffice it to say it is the height of perfection for ice cream. For food in general, really. “Coffee liqueur ice cream with chocolate cookie crumb swirl and fudge cows.” I know the little carton says that there are four servings in there, but that is soooooo not happening. I made myself put it away before turning the carton into one serving, because I thought that might actually make me sick, and it was one a.m. and that didn’t sound fun.