By Jenn Harris
Los Angeles Times
LOS ANGELES—The best ice cream is often the ice cream you’re eating. It could be the chalky layers of vanilla and strawberry beneath the cake crumbs of a Good Humor bar. The stabilizer-filled soft serve from a fast food restaurant. The fast-melting cone of chocolate malted krunch from your local pharmacy. But if you were to press me for the ice cream I crave melting on my tongue above all others, it might be the strawberry ice cream from Bradley Ray.





