Dear Dairy

I've been pondering an explanation for why I crave a whole pint of ice cream on forsaken days like this Monday, where the 'feels like' temperature can't be fucked cracking double digits the entire day. In summer it makes sense to enjoy ice cream and refreshing beer on glorious, balmy evenings. So why in the pits of winter when the cold seems so endless that the only tolerable way to eat ice cream is to dress warmly, get under a blanket and watch TV with my spoon do I open up the freezer? I think it's all connected. My brain remembers summer and knows that the cold can't be infinite, so by eating the ice cream technically I'm contributing to removing one piece of coldness. Consume enough ice cream and next thing you know it's spring. Works every time.