For people who constantly hear the imploring whine from the freezer "Eat me! Eat me!" there's surely a Support Group nearby.
Ice Cream is best:
Immediately after morning coffee
the Chime of Half Time rings
someone, anyone mentions dessert of any sort
the color brown is brought up in conversation (triggering the chocolate dribble,)
the freezer door comes ajar, like the automatic medication wheel that pops open at desinated intervals
ICE CREAM MUST BE CONSUMED NOW
Or else!
I suppose, like beer, ice cream's considered food, (ask anyone of German descent about the brew/food theory!)
Flattened cartons, licked clean, peek out of the recycle bin. A substantial stack of convenience store receipts blare "Chunky Monkey" and "Double Dip Fudge Brownie, French Vanilla Mash, Mint Chocolate Chip, Milky Almond Ripple, Pecan Caramel Swirl." The dishwasher's full of cheery ceramic bowls and spoons of all sizes, that confess thwarted breakfast, lunch, and dinners.
Midnight snacks of the dairy treat join the frey, despite the low hum of underlying guilt and shame. The clammer of bowls and spoons awakens the house guests. More addicts are sucked outta their beds, like an opened in-flight airplane door, catapulting them into the frozen dairy party.
The stores within spitting distance don't know her by name, but by "the usual flavors." The well-versed staff isn't necessarily surprised by a new addition to the shopping cart, since she's forever encouraging others to experiment out-of-the-box. She frequents the same establishment. The ice cream levels wane. Inventory reorder is a daily task.
Don't be surprised if you can't find your favorite flavor. One of the Ice Cream Addicts could've moved into your neighborhood!
My name is ____________, and I'm an Ice Cream Aholic.