Every summer when I was a kid, our church held an ice-cream social. I know it may sound a bit “Little House on the Prairie”, but it really was fun and coincidentally since L.H. is my favorite show of all time, quite fitting I suppose.
It was worth sitting outside in the sweltering heat and oppressive humidity of Midwestern summers… ice cream melting down my hand, a sweet & sticky mess and completely content.
In the fall, it was fresh-pressed hot apple cider and cake donuts which were also swoon-worthy, but more on that another time.
The ice cream socials were the highlight of the summer church events. We would eat as much ice cream as we could get away with until we were nearly in a sugar coma. If given the opportunity, I could would still eat ice cream ad nauseam.
I don’t just have a sweet tooth, I have an entire set.
Strangely I don’t normally like desserts that are cloyingly sweet, I like them to bring a little something else to the table beyond pure sugar.
While I do border on needing a program for my insatiable sweet tooth (Hello. My name is Cheryl. I have a problem with sugar…) My Achilles heal is ice cream.