Maybe too much of bad thing can, in fact, be a good thing.
Between my mom and Colson Whitehead,
I am absolutely convinced that the best way to lose one’s love of ice
cream and other sweets is to work at an ice cream shop as a teenager.
My mom worked at Howard Johnson’s and can only muster an occasional
craving for coffee or mint-chocolate chip ice cream, other sweets even
more infrequently. Colson Whitehead, on the other hand, gorged himself
on ice cream during the three summers he worked for the local ice
creamery, and now he doesn’t eat dessert. Thrusting one’s right arm
into an ice box day in and day out and overindulging in
all-the-scoops-you-can-swallow seems to me the best way to fight a
sweet tooth and fight it early.