Mint Chocolate Chump

I scream, we all scream … but why?

Let’s see … French vanilla, chocolate fudge chunk … it’s in here somewhere, along with the other leftover ice cream from the birthday party. Ah, here it is:

Mint chocolate chip.

Mmmmm. The chocolatey chunks; the hint of … um, menthol; the weird, bright, radioactive green color — say, why do I like this flavor, anyway?

It probably started with my mom. She loved this flavor when I was growing up, a time when I detested anything mint-flavored. Come to think of it, maybe that’s why it was her favorite flavor: because it didn’t disappear from the family freezer as fast as, say, the chocolate ice cream with marshmallow, caramel, and little fish-shaped chunks.

I didn’t develop a taste for mint chocolate chip until college. Like most schools these days, its cafeteria featured a cooler filled with giant tubs of scoop-it-yourself ice cream. Most tubs lasted at least a week or two, but not mint chocolate chip: it usually sold out in about a day. If I even wanted to sample the flavor, I had to scoop out a bowl (or two) as soon as they cracked that tub open.

The result seems to have been that I learned to really like mint chocolate chip — not because I particularly enjoyed the flavor, but because I figured I was supposed to enjoy the flavor.

And, now that I think about it, is that even a reason to like a flavor of ice cream?

Hm. Clearly, there’s only one answer to this quandary:

More chocolate syrup.

Article © 2006 by Michael Duck