Every once in a while T stands next to me in the kitchen, anxious to taste whatever treat I am cooking up. Cold ice cream on a hot summer day can cause such anticipation in T that he paces while the ice cream machine churns. If the humidity is high and the ice cream takes more time to set than T has patience for I'll hand him a spoon of ice cream "soup" just to keep him sane. When Orson first moved in with us, someone described him as a giant Dreamsicle, and I have been craving that cool orange treat ever since. Over at Called to the Table today is an ode to all things orange, including a recipe for Dreamsicle ice cream.