When I was younger I loved sweets. As I’ve gotten older I’ve lost the sweet tooth I once had. I don’t mind dessert every once in a while, but the cravings of my youth have subsided. Now I can take it or leave it. True, age may be a factor. When we are young we want and do a lot of things that we grow out of with maturity. However, thinking about it more, I truly believe that my sweet tooth was dealt its final, fatal blow by my love of IPA’s! Don’t get me wrong, I love a good Belgian tripel or quadrupel, barrel-aged stout, and barleywine from time to time, but my heart belongs to the mighty IPA. My style of choice, it is the beer I turn to most. With the bitter beating my palate takes on a regular basis, I have to think that my love of hops has extracted my sweet tooth once and for all. To be perfectly honest, I’m okay with that. Until they invent hop cake, pie, or ice cream (hmmm…), I’ll stick to my IPA’s. Come to think of it, my dentist is probably okay with it as well!