I wish I could eat ice cream every day. I won’t because I’d gain 50 pounds, and a diet heavy in sugar and cream is a poor diet indeed.
My winters here sometimes dip down to 20 degrees Fahrenheit and lower. That is not too cold for ice cream. And neither are my summers when temps sometimes tip past the 90s with high humidity. Milder spring and fall weather: ice cream, of course, still perfect.
I can buy a dozen of bottles of wine at a good price, and store them for months before I use them. A carton of ice cream talks to me from the freezer, I must open it and eat it until it’s gone. The sooner the better. So off to the ice cream shop, one scoop at a time, always with moderation in mind.
Addictions take many forms. Some are cold and milky, some are liquid and red.