I once smoked when I was younger, back when it was cool and no one worried about what all those polluted puffs were doing to your lungs. It took me quite a few attempts to give it up but I finally did. I had my last cigarette on February 28, 1976 in Sligo Creek Park in Silver Spring, Maryland. Yeah, I know, that’s a bit much, but so was my addiction.
I have one more addition, although many of you might think I exaggerate. Having gone through smoking, I honestly believe my appetite for ice cream is as real as any addiction one might have. The few times I try to ease up on my I.C. intake, I go through the same kinds of withdrawal symptoms any hardcore addict suffers while trying to quit whatever. I get nervous, anxious, impatience, quarrelsome, irritable and all the other negatives that go with kicking a habit. My brain becomes obsessed with thoughts of mint chocolate chip, mocha fudge and Chunky Monkey. Eventually, I give in and wind up stocking up with a few half gallons and all is well with the world once more…to hell with my fat stomach.
My passion for ice cream is so strong that I realize I need to control it any way I can. That’s why I keep most of my “supply” in a box freezer we have in the garage. This provides some restriction in that I have to “make a trip” to the garage. If the ice cream is in the fridge in the kitchen, well that makes a quick walk-by spooning way too convenient. Sometimes I think my entire life revolves around ice cream. I anticipate when the last carton is near empty and will make sure a new one is there in time to replace it. Flavors? Brands? Sure I have my favorites, but if I am desperate…well, I may even settle for sherbert.
Now I know there are thousands, if not millions, of suffering ice cream addicts just like me. This has stirred my need to pay it forward. If other addicts can join associations and sign up for clubs or enroll in boot camps and other initiatives in attempts to control their habit, then why shouldn’t ice cream addicts do likewise? I’ve been thinking about forming an informal association of sorts. We could have regular meetings for group therapy; we could develop a step program aimed at walking us back to a normal, moderate consumption of ice cream; we could exchange low fat ice cream recipes…the ideas are endless. I’ve even developed a prototype logo and membership card. Waddayuhthink?