Vegan Neapolitan Cheesecake

About this time of the year, I begin to hear a familiar sound.


It’s the ice cream man out in the distance, tugging his string of little bells that are tethered to his cart. And just like Pavlov’s dogs, I respond. It’s time to revive my cravings for cold treats. (By the way, has anyone ever seen an ice cream woman before? I sure haven’t.)