There are few things more boringly pedantic than condiment policing. Put tomato sauce on your baby, I don’t give a damn. I don’t know if you know this about food, but different people from different places season, dress, and sauce things differently, and this is good, actually.
Fried ice cream is the perfect marriage of dichotomies. It’s crunchy and creamy, hot and cold, and utterly delicious, but it’s not really something I want to mess with at home. Luckily, you can get a crunchy outer shell around orbs of ice cream, no frying required.