Candy

The day after my birthday† was the day for the Monthly Birthday Cake at work. M brought it in with a flourish, and I felt bad for her that I reflexively recoiled from the white heap of sugary frosting. Cake was white with some sort of pinkish filling, which did nothing to improve my revulsion. I really can't do pink or white sugary things. Decided recently that I never really liked cake, it was always only a frosting delivery system, and if it's not a good chocolate fudge frosting, then there is no point to cake at all. I remember as a kid eating all the cake first, leaving a triangular arch of chocolate frosting to savor as the last, best, taste in my mouth.

I did try one of the red roses from the "birthday" cake, or a bit of it. Buttercream disgust.

Don't mind the odd bit of carrot cake, if it's not too sweet.

But aside from chocolate, and good chocolate at that, I'm not much tempted by sweets these days. I'll scarf down ordinary chocolate candy, Hershey kisses or Snickers sort of thing, if I'm hungry and have only five minutes to stifle the pangs at work. But I don't buy it for home. Ok, the odd Hershey with almonds, but not often. And I do have the Trader Joe's chocolate with almond bars (due to trip to a state with TJs) that will last me months, having a piece every other day or so. I do love chocolate, but I can do without it.

Maple sugar candy, however, I do adore. Haven't had any of that for years. Still, I could always make a small leaf* last quite a while.

My sweet tooth is shrinking, over the years. Become more particular, more sensitive to what kind of sugar it wants. I can't remember the last time I actually had dessert after a meal. As a mid morning snack at work, surrounded by cow-orkers who bring in their baking, yes. Instead of anything else. When facility staff had a dessert-share gathering, I couldn't even go in the room, the stench of so much sugar put me right off the idea of anything in my mouth.

I do enjoy sweets, but in smaller and smaller amounts. And mostly chocolate.




*Maple sugar candy is properly shaped into little maple leaves.
†My age now has a whole number square root. And I'm not 25 or 36. Nor 64.

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8 comments:

Blogger gz said...

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00:23  
Blogger Fire Bird said...

happy birthday! you're just a few months ahead of me...

03:09  
Blogger Rouchswalwe said...

I'm with you on the sweets, Z. Happy happy Birthday! ♪♫♫♪♫ I shall raise a pint in your honour tonight! Let's make it a Noble Pils served in a tall Italian Pilsner glass!!

07:08  
Blogger mbick said...

Enjoyed the cake = delivery system for frosting, as I think of chips being the same for salsa. Happy Birthday!

08:57  
Blogger herhimnbryn said...

Belated Birthday greetings Z.

Maple sugar candy sound wonderful.

16:48  
Blogger The Crow said...

Happy 7-squared!

(Word verification is 'squre', the past perfect of square, I'm certain.)

19:28  
Blogger Lucy said...

A belated happy birthday, there's a few of us around the same age hereabouts I think.

People put cakes and biscuits in front of me, I eat them, but it's easier to eat less, and a lot of them are just too sugary now, I'm quite pleased I notice this. On the whole I prefer my carbs complex, those are the ones I find harder to forego.

05:56  
Blogger Phil Plasma said...

For most of my adult life I would eat the cake and leave the frosting - never too keen on that density of sugar.

07:02  

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