When I was a little girl, my mom was a health-nut. At least outwardly she was a health-nut. I think she’s secretly had a bag of m&m’s and a pack of Necco’s in her purse since 1960, even when she was grinding wheat and meat and telling people not to give her kids candy.

The health-nut phase only lasted a few years, but the damage had been done. By the age of five, I found myself in the midst of a love affair … the kind of love affair most children have with lollipops and cookies. But I knew nothing of sugar. All I knew was that every morning my dad gave me a bowl of Cheerios and I’d watch, wide-eyed with hungry anticipation, as he drizzled a spoonful of golden sweetness on top. Honey, I was certain, was where it was at.

In a house devoid of ice-creams and cakes, honey seemed decadent. It seemed too good to be true. It was all I knew of the saccharine side of life. And I loved it. Oh, did I love it. Like little children who steal cookies from the cookie jar every time mother leaves the kitchen, I took advantage of every private moment with that plastic honey bear who sat on top of the fridge and held a world of salivary bliss in his round little belly.

In fact I can clearly see myself around the age of 7, casually getting up from a family night with the Cosby’s, to go to the “bathroom,” and sneaking my way to the kitchen, only to climb on a chair to retrieve the honey bear, wedging myself in between the fridge and counter (so no one would me see of course), and guzzling the honey. I probably squeezed half the jar into my mouth.

So of course, when Haagan-Dazs, decided to create an ice-cream flavor solely dedicated to this most delicious nectar, I was first in line to buy my pint, along with an extra honey bear for drizzling on top. (Like I said, mom’s heath-nut phase only lasted so long and we Maurer girls have since been well-educated on the merits of refined sugar and high-fructose corn syrup.)

Well, here I am. Multiple pints later and I must say … I feel like I’m 7 again, sneaking something that tastes too delicious to be good for you. Yep that’s right. I am certain this pint of Haagan-Dazs Vanilla Honey Bee I’m eating is good for me. For two reasons. #1. It’s made with honey. Honey is good for you. It is. Really. And #2. For every pint I buy, Haagan-Dazs donates money to fund research to protect disappearing bee populations.

Disappearing bee populations?! You’re telling me there could be a day when there might not be any more honey?! That can’t happen! I love honey! I could drink honey! I do drink honey! And so I commit: I will buy as much Haagan-Dazs Vanilla Honey Bee ice-cream as I need to. If I have to eat a pint a day. I will do it. I will do it for the bees. You have my word.

Tell me: Do you have a sweet tooth? If so, what’s your pleasure?

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