Walking under the green awning, I feel like I’m coming home. Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but Henning Cheese has been a fixture of my life for as long as I can remember. Growing up, I never lived more than ten minutes away. In the summers, I remember taking trips to the store after swimming lessons with my mom and brother. We almost never left without some Cedar Crest ice cream. In my college era, stocking up here was non-negotiable befo…