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I blame my sweet tooth on my father. On hot summer nights, five decades ago, my parents and all six daughters would pack into the family station wagon and head to the drive-in movie theater. This of course included the ritual stop at the local drug store where my dad would purchase several bags of candy for us. I recall the utter joy of perusing up and down the long aisles looking for perfect treat; the shiny wrappers, the seductive packaging, the incalculable thrill of sweet pleasure.

My father was the usual instigator in our frequent visits to the famous local ice cream store. I …