When I was a kid, I was obsessed with ice cream. Something about the combination of the temperature, the texture, and the sugar just clicked with me. I would eat a bowl of ice cream on a nearly daily basis. If I could get away with it, I would eat more than one a day.
As I got older, this vast consumption of ice cream gradually decreased. It was mostly simple economics: going away to college meant prioritizing grocery purchases and ice cream was often the first to go. Once it stopped being a standard residence of my freezer, my desire to constantly eat it decreased. More and more, it was something to have on special occasion.
Interesting enough, my appreciate of ice cream actually increased. A classic case of absence making the heart grow fonder. Now when I have ice cream, it is usually an event. It is not just something we throw in the cart at Meijer. We actually “go get ice cream.”
Usually this takes the form of a trip to Dairy Queen or Coldstone. This of course leads to spending more money on the ice cream itself. But we instead get an experience that is worth remembering. And a good memory is always worth it.
-That is all.