Sweet Enough

Sweet enough


I don’t take sugar in my tea (or coffee). I don’t take sugar at all if I can help it, sugar is the devil. I do like it, I like it a lot. Sometimes I think about jam doughnuts and I begin to slobber a bit.

Giving up processed sugar began for me a long, long time ago. When I was only eight, actually. My parents decided to stop having sugar in their drinks and therefore they decided I would no longer have it either. At the time I was a tiny bit resentful, not only because I missed the taste, but because it fitted into the overall ‘theme’ of my Mum’s dietary provision.

For instance, I grew up in a village. Ours was the big house on the hill and all my friends lived in the terraced cottages below. Their mums worked on sewing machines (often in the front room) for nearby clothing manufacturers, my mum was a part-time youth worker. Their dads worked down the pit and my dad was an engineer who had his own business (he only sold tools and things, it’s not like he was Daddy Warbucks).

Also, they were all ‘from there’ whereas we weren’t. We had moved there when I was about 4.

For these reasons, my friends’ parents thought we must be ‘posh’. We weren’t, but there was nothing I could do to prove it. We were just different.

My friends all got weekly pop from the Carter’s lorry. The lorry would drive around once a week and the kids would choose their bottles of pop from the lorry in a dizzying array of flavours. My bestest friend and her family chose 6 bottles a week – lemonade, coke, dandelion and burdock (2 bottles), cherryade, orangeade. Delicious, colourful, sugary, bubbly joy.

Once, when I went round her mum asked me if I wanted a glass of pop, I accepted with obvious glee. She opened the pantry door and let me choose from their selection and I was overwhelmed. I chose D&B, cus it’s the best and she asked if I had pop at home. I said no, I wasn’t allowed pop at home. I had Robinsons Lemon Barley Water at home (squash, diluted – you know the type of thing).

It seemed my friend’s mum was delighted that their lifestyle exceeded ours in at least one way – if only she knew that in my opinion, their lifestyle exceeded ours in almost every way.

When I went round for tea or to birthday parties at the houses of my friends, I’d usually be very sick after. Not because they did anything wrong in terms of food prep, but because I was a little piggy for all the things we didn’t have at home. I once ate half a jar of those little silverskin pickled onions in white vinegar, and cake, and jelly and ice cream. I will never forget the very acidic vinegar-sick going up and out my nose later that night. Oh it burned!

I was usually sick after we visited my Grandma too, she’d let me have cakes and I’d overindulge and puke it all over the car, my bedroom, the bathroom etc. afterwards. It probably didn’t take much for me to overindulge as a child. I simply wasn’t used to ‘junk food’ and the shame was, I loved it all the more for that reason.

My mum was probably ahead of her time in terms of being as organic as possible. She worked hard on food, she baked her own bread, bought fish whole and dressed them herself, bought huge joints of meat and cleaved them apart. Many of her meals had ‘pulses’ in. All of them had mushroom in. Lots of vegetables from the garden. If you were hungry between meals, there was an apple.

That’s not to say she never made a pudding. She did sometimes. Crumbles, pies, pudding and custard, a trifle at Christmas (which remains a tradition to this day), even sometimes a cake, but not often. No, not often enough by half in my opinion.

The up-side? Well, I know how to cook. I tend to cook good, wholesome food for myself now. The down-side? Show me a box of Mr Kipling and I’ll show you it empty within half an hour. And yes, they still make me feel sick.

Moderation, it seems, is only in my vocabulary and not my remit.

So yes, I have been through the phase of eating all the crap available just because I could and it seems I am now returning to the mother-ship of sensibility and not buying it in.

Whatever they (the health experts) say though, I can’t give up bread. Bread is my soul-food. I love the stuff. If I want something ‘naughty’ I might have bread and honey. But even then I feel guilty about the sugar.

Mmmmm… Doughnuts. Why do they have to taste so good?



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  • “I once ate half a jar of those little silverskin pickled onions in white vinegar, and cake, and jelly and ice cream.” Wow, you went for broke on that day! lol It sounds like you grew up in a very charming place, laced with wonderful memories, too.

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    • I did love those years, it’s true. It all changed when I was ten, but prior to that I’d go at far as to say it was idyllic. And don’t tell me you wouldn’t have joined me for the onions, haha. Hugs. 😝


  • Another interesting post Meri my friend! I can relate somewhat with you unlike my friends and neighbors homes my parents never had any pop (we call soda in Massachusetts) or candies unless it there was a birthday or holiday but I always remember there was a stash of chocolate in a covered cut glass candy dish. Luv ya

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  • The human’s dietary intake is very similar to yours, though through a different path… 40-odd years ago, the human read a book called ‘Sugar Blues’, which transformed the humans life. Up till then, the human had always had sugar in it’s tea, ate entire, king-size chocolate bars in one sitting, scarfed back donuts/cakes, whatever sugary garbage was available… the humans mum was nothing like yours, she was low-intelligence, white trash, who had had all her teeth pulled out (rotten) by the time she was 25, and she never thought to teach her children the ills of a rubbish diet because, well, she never thought… anyway, Sugar Blues hit the human like a bolt from an imaginary god-creature, up in the, um… sky. The human went cold-turkey, not only for sugar, but for processed food… the human and it’s partner went country-hippy, grew everything, blah-blah-blah… anyway, all that got slightly modified over the years… one gets sick of making one’s own bread, and all that shit… but the sugarless diet stuck… human is 61, and still has all it’s own teeth. Dental hygiene, of course, is only one aspect of not eating/drinking sugary crap… sugar is a drug, it’s fucking poison… oops, preaching to the converted, aren’t I! Anyway, the human wanted me to tell you that, high-five on the sugarless diet!
    Oh, and I DID notice the pun you made on the word ‘cuneiform’, in your comment on my last post, was just a bit obsessed with the phantom landing thing (:

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    • Haha, I knew a bad pun wasn’t wasted on you. And yes, delicious delicious poison… I can’t claim to have completely kicked it, but mostly. Totally a good thing, I agree. 😊

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    • Humans are actually genetically programmed to seek out sugars and fats, from tens of thousands of years back, when those things were not abundant in their diet… these days, that shit is ALL some humans consume, and there is a sea of it to swim in, sadly.

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    • You know what makes me cross? It’s cheaper to buy mass produced muck to eat than simple vegetables or fish or meat… they want us to eat it and die young I think.

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    • Yes, the human sees all those obese, poor people with their shopping trollies piled up with white bread, sausages, fizzy drinks, ice cream… not a lettuce or a wholegrain in sight… because, of course, all that shit is cheap as chips… oh, yeah, don’t forget the chips!


  • Congrats on an almost processed sugar-free diet. I do not recall the last donut that I consumed. I do recall that it reminded me of eating sugar with a little bit of bread. I also find it interesting that mass-produced junk is cheaper for people to purchase than the healthier versions. I have seen people at grocery stores check their lists and budgets, discuss it with their partner, and put back the healthy item and go for the cheaper processed food instead. Mostly because they could get more of the cheap food than they could of healthier food. And then at one store, I saw a 5-8-year-old talk his grandma into a big box of junk food cereal cause his parents don’t let him have it, so she had too.

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    • It”s a really sad world when families can’t afford to eat healthily. I also don’t want to give the wrong impression out myself. I do cook properly and without using processed ingredients the vast majority of the time but I’m no angel. I still eat crisps sometimes and I will happily eat fast food or take out for a treat, I am just glad I’m not basing my food pyramid on rubbish. Xxx

      When small, my brother told our grandma that mum let him have ham sandwiches for breakfast. 😂 She said, well, today you have weetabix and like it.

      Sadie… Lemme have a doughnut? 😯 x

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    • *gets a donut from the container, sets it on a plate and slides it across the counter. Watches as it gets close to the edge.* You can have all the donuts. 🙂 I just won’t eat them.

      I’m no angel with my food intake either. And I do indulge in a treat every now and then.

      Ham sandwiches for breakfast? *giggles* I had to look up weetabix. 🙂

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