My Sugar Love Story
Friday, February 09, 2018
I never at much sugar growing up; homemade fudge was a treat. Not the kind you make with chocolate chips, but cocoa, sugar & milk, beat until your arm is sore. It was so good. It wasn't until I was in my thirties that I began to love sugar--cakes, candy, pies, and on and on. I cooked a lot until a few years ago, so I made most of these things. I decorated cakes, I made divinity, and cookies for the holidays, and yes I ate them too.
Sugar and I have separated! It's a sad story, but I had to let it go. I want sweets once in a while, but while I want a sweet, I don't eat a huge amount any more. That's the reason I say we have separated and gone our own way; I ate a chocolate covered cherry at Christmas. The old me would have ate two or three and ate more throughout the day. Last year I ate a couple, and we finished off the box over a few days. This year it tasted so sweet that I could eat only one, and I didn't really want the whole thing.
Tonight when looking for a spark recipe, I noticed how many dessert recipes there are to choose from. I had to ask myself why I look at the desserts, I really do not eat desserts any more. This was no overnight change, it has taken me a long time to separate from sweets, but I did it so slowly; it just came to me I don't care any more. Will I ever divorce sweets? Probably not because if I do, I may decide I need it again.