By Janice O'Leary for Body+Soul magazine
Fifteen years ago, a friend's mother watched as I spooned three teaspoons of sugar into my mug of tea. I adored her, and generally she adored me back. This day, she raised her eyebrows at me across the kitchen table.
"Three?" she said, more surprised than judgmental. I shrugged. I'd always had a sweet tooth, and I'd never given it a second thought. I delighted in digging my spoon into the soft hill of white crystals. A full sugar bowl felt like a kind of abundance. And the taste, from the first soothing sip to the last, was heaven.
It would become an inside joke, her knowledge of my little quirk. But from that day forward, I grew increasingly self-conscious about my three spoonfuls. I began to view my nightly forays into some sweet or another (dark chocolate, creme brulee, Twizzlers) with a more questioning eye.
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