Summer Fruit
My mom was not afraid to help Mother Nature along a bit in the fruit department: salted canteloupe slices, sugar on berries or stone fruit. Today as I sprinkled my somewhat-tart peach slices with a little bit of sugar and topped them with some ricotta I remembered the peach slices we used to eat as children, sprinkled with sugar and swimming in whole milk or cream. The milk would get sweet with the sugar and peach juices, somewhat similar to drinking the chocolate milk left after cocoa puffs, only much better. I've decided that it's because of my mom's tendancy to do this that I have a sweet tooth, something for which I'd like to seriously and without any irony whatsoever thank her. Why wish that one of my great pleasures in life be taken away?
Having a sweet tooth is, by far, not the worst thing in the world to have. Yes, do thank her.
I seem to remember numerous bowls of cookie dough being devoured at your house from one time or another --- so glad to have friends that share the same affliction of the sweet tooth - and that we have mothers who encouraged the behavior!