Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Sugar Sugar

It's about 3:00 p.m. and we're definitely frosted. Looks like one of the Kincaid (sp.) light and fluffy scenes. There's very little on the road, just the airbrushed sides are white. Still far from what it normally looks like here in February. We'll see.

The coffee ran out so I made tea. And added sugar, white processed sugar, making this the first straight up white sugar I've had since January 1st. It sucks. One teaspoon in a cup from a pot of rather strong tea, and it grossed me out. I'm beginning to think my lifelong love of sweets is over. Dark dark chocolate I still love, and it tastes sweet to me, just not too sweet. Makes me wonder how much sugar I was eating before without even noticing. The old people in my family rarely ate desserts now that I think of it. Pie, "but not too sweet," they'd eat. Lemon things. Maybe tastebuds change as you age. I now eat things that made me nauseous to look at when I was young. Like mushrooms. Sometime in my 30s mushrooms moved into my favorites list. Now I can take or leave them. Sugar, I'm pretty sure, is now a leave it.

Speaking of Sugar, the woman who writes Dear Sugar broke her anonymity when she published a book:
http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2012/02/the-exchange-cheryl-strayed-aka-dear-sugar.html
Strider let me know about that, it's one of those things she does.

My niece just left a comment saying Davy Jones died. I know some people who'll be very bummed out to hear this news.
http://davyjones.net/
A heart attack in his sleep, the press is saying. He wasn't that old. 66 isn't very old to me anymore. 80 is the new 60 to me. I was young enough to be a Monkees fan but I was fixated on Ringo at the time. Still, good memories.
So long, Davy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ehJNw-T3gpo

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I read that about Davy....that is young.
I am still craving sweets which I should not have as they aggravate the gout. Every once in a long while I give in to the craving...that sets me off on a binge and then.. look out. You are wise to stay away from them if you can.

Austan said...

I really dread seeing my music faves join the choir eternal.

The craving stopped not too long ago. However I don't think I'll ever resist chocolate... cuz I don't want to. :D

Elephant's Child said...

I was a Ringo fan too. I never really liked the Monkees but yes, 66 is young now. Dying in your sleep sounds like the best way to go.
If my mother is to be believed (dubious), her grandfather fell off a ladder while painting his house (aged 97) and broke his hip. Two years later he got up on the ladder and completed the job. Aged 99, eleven months and two weeks he did a full days work in the garden. He came inside announced he was a bit tired and didn't want any tea and went to bed and never woke up. Which would be lovely. For him, and for those he left.
Sorry, loooong comment. Dark chocolate is good.