I Scream, You Scream

I have a sweet tooth.  It's one of my biggest weaknesses.  Although it's not a trashy eat around kind of sweet tooth-- please, I have my pride.  It's a highly trained tool of wonder.  I prefer cake and cookies over candy and other riff raff.  So when it comes to ice cream I'm in a bit of a quandary.

I have been known to order ice cream when it is socially necessary.  In our area it's usually frozen custard which is completely divine and requires its own category above ice cream.  But when I go to the grocery store the ice cream flavors seem like a taste sensation.  They are too good to be true.  They lure you in with double chocolate brownie and caramel swirl cookie dough.  I fall for it every so often.  I'll buy a particularly sinful flavor and take it home.  I open it up and have a big frosty bowl full of creamy deliciousness.  That's where me and ice cream part our ways.

Pathetic-- maybe.  But no matter how hard I try, once an ice cream has been opened, it looses all appeal to me.  I can't handle the freezer crusties that ice cream automatically gets once the first scoops have been taken.

Right now, as we speak I have chocolate ice cream that is destined to die a slow and drawn out death in my freezer.

Is it so wrong? 

I'm an ice cream snob-- OK?!?

I don't know how to stop!