Sugar!

I love sugar!

I love sugar!

I love ice cream and sour candy and chocolate.

I will know I have found the one when we finish up a nondescript dinner at a nothing special restaurant on a nondescript day, and they say, “you wanna go in on the flan?”

Yes!

I want to try whatever brown butter nonsense is being advertised!

I fucking love Dubai Chocolate!

Do you remember the first time you tried coffee creamer? I do! I was at a diner with my dad and he figured he had bigger fish to fry than keeping me from drinking the vanilla coffee creamer straight from the little blue single-use containers. It tasted like drinking liquid Lucky Charms Marshmallows. In college, I’d chase vodka shots and Dayquil with chugs of vanilla coffee creamer straight from the bottle.

I literally have a recurring dream about being let loose in a bakery. I gorge on pastries. Dough puffed up with silky creams and powdered sugar. Tarts and meringues. I want fried things drizzled with chocolate.

I have opinions on ice cream brands. On candy brands. I have specific preferences and standards for sour candy especially, and I can tell if you know what you’re doing based on what you pick out at a gas station.

When I was young, I thought about marshmallows a lot. I once went to a birthday party with a bowl of unlimited marshmallows. I ate until I got sick, and I kid you not, chastised myself for years for not eating more. I’d find myself sitting in class and think you didn’t eat more marshmallows when you could have and my stomach would sink in the same way as when I would remember an embarrassing story from the week before.

I also love chocolate milk!

I love chocolate mousse so, so much!

I love pie because I can also eat whipped cream, and I love whipped cream.

There’s a specific childhood cotton candy bubblegum I’ve been searching for for years.

I also remember the first time I had Nutella. It tasted like the filling inside Ferrero Rocher’s and whenever I could swing it, I’d have my parents buy the two pack from Costco. There was downstairs Nutella and room Nutella. Room Nutella was a permanent fixture on my desk and I’d eat it using a single chopstick. Sometimes, I also had a jar of peanut butter and I’d mix the two. The holy trinity was completed when I discovered Biscoff Cookie Butter.

I can immediately taste if something has artificial sweetener and I cannot stand it.

I wish instead of water, I could drink juice. Any juice. I don’t care. I love juice because I love sugar!

I love dessert!

I love sugar!