Why does everything taste better frozen?

Okay, so I've discovered a very strange phenomenon involving my freezer. No, it doesn't magically produce German Chocolate Cake Ice Cream upon request . . . although if it did, I would be a much happier (albeit larger) woman.

Here is what I've found: tons of food actually taste better frozen. And not the things you'd expect, like, say, ice cream sandwiches or fruit smoothies. Years ago my sister Nicole showed me how Hostess snacks (you know, Ding Dongs and Twinkies) taste much better if you throw them in the freezer for a couple of hours. In fact, I never even liked Twinkies very much until I was shown this clever little technique.

Well, now I'm beginning to find that the frozen factor works on a variety of baked goods. A few weeks ago I was forced into making some banana bread by some bananas who were threatening a full-scale rotten revolt. I really didn't want to make the aforementioned banana bread, though, because of a pre-existing condition I happen to have. It's called "If it's something sweet, and it's in my house, I will eat it" disorder. So after making the bread, I gave away a few loaves, let the fam eat some, and put the rest in the freezer so I wouldn't eat it all that day.

Today, when I pulled a loaf of the banana bread out, I found that you can totally cut it into slices right from the freezer, and it is DELICIOUS. I was ready to devour the whole loaf. I didn't. (But only because the kids were watching. It's harder to get away with stuff like that now that they've gotten older.)

Other food items that adhere to this mysterious anomaly are cake, chocolate chip cookies, M&Ms (but not Snickers . . . unless you want to chip a tooth), chocolate chips, sugar cookie or other varieties of cookie dough (roll into a tube and wrap in saran wrap, like you're going to just slice them off to cook later, but actually just eat raw . . . no one will ever know), and any Little Debbie snack items.

What I have learned from all of this, though, is that now not even my freezer is a safe haven to store food I know I shouldn't eat. Sigh . . .