Less, But Better: A Study in Ice Cream
I love ice cream. No really: I LOVE ice cream. I love it in a cup or a cone, or in a cup with a cone on top; I love that it comes in a million different flavors; I love that it reminds me of sitting on a porch in summer.
My son Max has had a dairy allergy and I’m breast-feeding, so for the last eight months I haven’t been able to have it (yes, I know, there are dairy-free options out there, but it’s just not the same.) A couple of weeks ago, I was delighted to discover that Max had outgrown his allergy and dairy was back on the menu! (cue angels singing)
So naturally I went on a dairy bender and ate an entire wheel of brie, yogurt, pizza, whole-milk vanilla lattes, and - you guessed it - LOTS of ice cream… and made myself sick. Just like the very hungry caterpillar. Unfortunately, unlike the caterpillar, I am not going to emerge out of my cocoon as anything other than a slightly more bloated version of myself.
Lesson learned. Now I am trying to rein in my love for ice cream and apply some “Less, please!” principles to my dairy consumption. I’ve always heard that French women are so thin, not because they don’t eat sweets, but because they eat high-quality chocolate and desserts that are so rich and decadent that they are satisfied with a small amount. Less, but better.
For myself and ice cream, that means trading a gallon of Kroger brand moose tracks for a pint of Lick’s small-batch, locally made lemon curd and ginger snap (or possibly bananas foster depending on the day).
Best. Trade. Ever.
I ate half the amount but was twice as satisfied, because the Lick’s ice cream was made with high-quality locally sourced, fresh cream and had a nuanced, dimensional flavor that was worth savoring. Was it more expensive? Absolutely. But I think knowing that it was a bit of an extravagance made me slow down and enjoy the indulgence rather than just pounding it like I normally would. Higher overall delight; less overall consumption! (and bloat) Win, win!