If your brain was still growing, it would look upon sugar with that same ambrosia-like quality, the expansion of thought, the deep satisfaction of properly-fueled development, instead of just 'that pickup I need sometimes.'
... I remember as a kid in the late 80s and 90s, at least two popular movies had an orphan girl feature prominently, and upon her adoption, exclaim in delight that her new home was serving 'real' waffles/pancakes with syrup. These were the things we thought of as necessary for a safe childhood.
Saying "syrup" to myself today as a repetitive continuous mantra. Syrup all day. A drone of syrup. Thanks Carson.
Powerful and lovely
If your brain was still growing, it would look upon sugar with that same ambrosia-like quality, the expansion of thought, the deep satisfaction of properly-fueled development, instead of just 'that pickup I need sometimes.'
... I remember as a kid in the late 80s and 90s, at least two popular movies had an orphan girl feature prominently, and upon her adoption, exclaim in delight that her new home was serving 'real' waffles/pancakes with syrup. These were the things we thought of as necessary for a safe childhood.