Ice cream was a real treat while we were growing up.
On the rare occasion that Dad brought some home it would immediately be wrapped in heavy comforters to try to keep it from melting until we were ready to eat it
It didn't matter if it wasn't quite time to make supper. Mom and I would drop everything we were doing and immediately go make soup. We would eat it as soon as it was ready and then it was time to bring the ice cream out.
Mom would fill bowls with ice cream and we'd all dig in. After we had eaten until we couldn't take another bite the melting left overs were given to our cats.