Did you have ice cream like you said you craved?
I rarely crave sweets anymore. I think it's because I've been a drunkard for quite some time, and I vaguely remember receiving information from some source that alcohol does that to a person. In any case, mentions of sweets by others froghops over my drunken adulthood back to associations with childhood, not idyllic by any means but there were oases of sunshine and sweets that weave pure magic to me now as I am. I remember a friend's Father with a whirring ice cream maker in their front yard (exotic to my experience), adding salt at some point that my hazy reflection can't pinpoint in context. But I remember distinctly my troubled young mind latching onto that detail with wonderment: this machine turns salt into sweetness.