I have three food weaknesses in life: Cheeseburgers, Frozen Margaritas, and Frozen Yogurt.
Wait. Four. Lucky Charms. Delicious, marshmallowy Lucky Charms.
I only allow myself to eat cheeseburgers on very special occasions, ie. weekend barbecues in the summer. Every single weekend.
I only allow myself to drink frozen margaritas on very special occasions, ie. warm days in the summer. AKA pretty often.
I allow myself to eat frozen yogurt every day. Every. Single. Day.
No, I don't have it everyday, but if I did, I don't feel bad about it.
In college, however, I lived on a steady diet of gutted bagels and unlimited frozen yogurt from the dining hall (aka Graham dining hall for all of you Syracuse University people). I figured if I took the doughy insides out of my daily bagels, I would be allowed to eat more frozen yogurt. Ahhh, college naivete.
But when I say I love frozen yogurt, I really mean I love ice cream, but I do NOT allow myself to eat ice cream. Seriously, I used to convince myself that I didn't like ice cream and instead thought frozen yogurt was better. Who was I kidding? That's like saying freeze dried ice cream tastes better than Hagen Daaz. It's just a lie developed to convince astronauts that what they have is delicious. A big, fat lie, freeze dried lie.
When it comes down to it, I love the rich, creamy, smooth texture of ice cream. You can beat an ice cream that's been made with a custard. And this ice cream is at the top, top, top of my ice cream experience. A complex burnt sugar ice cream that really just tastes like the most wonderful caramel ice cream you have ever tasted. It was so good. The custard was so good - I considered taking a swig out of the glass I let it cool in before I poured it into my ice cream maker, but then I thought better of myself. But the fact that I even considered it? Well, that's just disgusting.
But that's how good this ice cream is. So good you want to drink it melted out of a glass. Bottoms up.