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Indoor Gardening "21" Playing In The Snow "22"
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The Kitchen Window "27" Gentle Hearts "28"
Our Sweet Tooth "29" ~Reserved~



 


Our Sweet Tooth

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)







Hard Candy. Ice Cream. Fudge. Pies. Cakes. Which of these do you eat to satisfy your sweet tooth?

My grandfather owned a store with a large glass candy case and when my brother and I visited, which was usually on a Saturday, we were each allowed to fill a small brown bag with penny candy. The Baby Ruths and Mounds bars cost a nickle so we weren't allowed to have those. But we didn't mind because there were many different kinds of penny candies to choose from.

I especially liked the little wax bottles that were filled with liquid. After biting off the top and sipping the liquid, I would then chew the wax. I also liked the ribbon strips of pink, brown, and white coconut, and of course the chocolate drops. Remember those? Remember Mallo-Cups? (I think that's what they were called). Then there were little barrel-shaped root beer candies and ribbon-striped candies at Christmastime. I didn't care for licorice twists, nor did my brother, so those remained in the case.

I must have gotten my fill of candy when I was young because I don't eat much candy today. I'll eat Halloween candy if it's sitting around, but I don't buy candy and bring it home. Nowdays, I satisfy my sweet tooth with a slice of pie or a piece of cake. I don't eat much ice cream, either, but there was a time when I loved banana splits and sundaes. I even promised myself that when I grew up and had money of my own, I would have an ice cream sundae every day. lol

I hope you'll take a few minutes to think about the ways in which we satisfy our sweet tooth. Musings, poetry, or prose. Fiction or fact, we look forward to your entry.








 


Sweet Tooth

RickMack (Rmrickmack@aol.com)





I have a very sweet tooth
Craving its sugar supply.
Mints, gum drops and Baby Ruth
Never failed to catch my eye.


Now, after decades, I pay
For eating all the wrong things.
I’ve diabetes, they say,
With all the problems that brings.


I stick my finger with pins,
To check on my sugar count.
Mornings, my diet begins,
Carbs kept to a low amount.


White bread and rolls are taboo,
No spuds, pasta, or white rice.
Some fruits and veggies will do,
But, at desserts, can’t look twice.


I take pills and exercise,
Counting myself lucky, too.
It’s insulin, otherwise,
And those nasty shots I rue.


So now I try to live right,
And it’s seldom that I cheat,
Yet, when apple pie I sight,
I come very near defeat.











 


Sweet Tooth

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)





confections a plenty, pick and choose
you wait top long you snooze you lose
pick your favorite cookie or pie
oh lookie here the fudge caught my eye


glamorous cakes, frosted so high
kids think the frosting touches the sky
they want to lick the bowl all the time
and this is fun and to me is just fine


they help you bake
and watch what you make
their eyes are bright
and they squeal with delite


so let the kids enjoy the fun
too soon they are grown
and excuse the pun
they will be grown up, and childhood's all done











 


Sweeties

By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)





We all remember penny candy. It was one of my first shopping experiences. There was a little store around the corner from my house and you could buy anything there. They had a glass case right next to the door for the candy. You could get more than one Red Hot Dollar for a penny. Usually three for a penny was the normal. If you brought in a few soda bottles for the return deposit you had a wad of pennies to spend.

This was not a big store...it was maybe about 10 feet square but every inch was crammed. There was a barrel of pickles and when you think about what else could be growing in there....WELL???? It was probably a form of anti biotic. Sort of Kosher Dill Pickleicillin.

My Mom would be negotiating the price of corned beef and I would be looking at the penny candy.

A nickel could be the fortune you dreamed of!

Mr Eiser would come to the candy case,,,"Vot ken I getch you Leibechen?"

As young as I was and not being a math major, I knew to the tiniest dab of button candy exactly how far that nickel would go.

"Can I have three Mary Janes and two stips of button candy? Two coconut marshmallows and three rainbow strips? If there's any left over,,give it to me in Red Hot Dollars, Please?"

Mr Eiser taught me more division, multiplication, adding and subtraction than I would have learned with a 24 hr a day tutor!

Marshmallow Circus Peanuts...those big pale orange soft squishy things? They were so sweet that I could feel my pancreas flinch when I bit into one. I still love them! But in moderation now...I only eat a small bag of them in one sitting. Now that I can afford to buy more than six at a time..










 


Chocolate

By Jeanie (Mingo184@aol.com)





MY FAVORITE SWEET FLAVOR, FROM CHILDHOOD TO THIS DAY, HAS ALWAYS BEEN CHOCOLATE. CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM, CHOCOLATE CANDY, CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES, AND OREOS. YOU NAME IT..IF IT WAS CHOCOLATE, I ATE IT.

REMEMBER THE GOOD HUMOR MAN? HE CAME AROUND EVERYDAY IN THAT WHITE TRUCK , RINGING HIS BELLS. MOM LET US HAVE ICE CREAM NOW AND THEN. SHE LIKED TOASTED ALMOND, CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT MY BROTHERS LIKED. BUT, GUESS WHAT I GOT? YOU'RE RIGHT..CHOCOLATE COVERED CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM ON A STICK..LOL.

ON ONE OF MY FALL TRIPS WITH MY MOTHER, WHERE WE WOULD DRIVE TO A NEW DESTINATION FROM CONNECTICUT TO VIEW THE FALL FOLIAGE, WE HEADED FROM CONNECTICUT TO AMISH COUNTRY IN PENNSYLVANIA. AND, ON OUR WAY, WE STOPPED IN HERSHEY, PA. AS WE ENTERED THE TOWN, THE SMELL OF CHOCOLATE PERMEATED THE AIR. A FAR CRY FROM THE CHEMICAL SMELLS IN NEW JERSEY, FOR SURE. AS I BREATHED IN THAT WONDERFUL AROMA, I SAID TO MY MOTHER, "MA! IF I SHOULD DIE WHILE WE'RE HERE, LEAVE ME HERE, HAVE ME BURIED HERE! ISN'T THE SMELL JUST WONDERFUL?" SHE THOUGHT I WAS NUTS.

THE TOWN WAS SO CLEAN, THE STREET LAMPS COVERED WITH A METAL REPLICA OF A HERSHEY KISS. THE HISTORY OF CHOCOLATE PORTRAYED ON THE RIDE THROUGH THE MUSEUM. IT MADE MY HEART SWELL. OF COURSE, AT THE CHOCOLATE SHOP, THERE WAS PLENTY OF CANDY TO CHOOSE FROM FOR GIFTS AND FOR MYSELF...LOL.

TODAY, I AM A DIABETIC. I SOMETIMES CHEAT WITH AN ALMOND JOY BAR OR, MY FAVORITE, THE 3 MUSKETEERS BAR. I LOVE THAT ONE BEST FROZEN FROM THE FREEZER. LIKE A 3 MUSKETEERS ICE CREAM BAR. BUT, I CAN'T HAVE IT VERY OFTEN..MAYBE ONCE OR TWICE A YEAR.

IF SOMEONE HAS MADE A WARM APPLE PIE, A LITTLE DOLLOP OF VANILLA ICE CREAM IS A PULL. BUT, KEEP THE CHOCOLATE AWAY FROM ME..IT'S SO HARD TO RESIST.










 


Our Sweet Tooth

By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)





I wait until they're all in bed
And then I make my move
I creep into the darkened room
To find the thing I love


I've dreamed about it all day long
While all the things I do
It's in the recesses of my mind
Through all I'm subjected to


I start upon the walking trail
And get in all the miles I can
Walking until my brow is wet
Keeping trim to please my man


I've eaten nothing containing fat
And counted calories all day long
It takes all my strength to prove to them
That they have judged me wrong


My strength is ebbing as I steal
Along the bedroom corridor
And reach under the silky things
Finding Hershey's in my lingerie drawer











 


Our Sweet Tooth

By Lilly (Lilprincessitali@aol.com)





When I was a little girl, there was a small grocery
store one block away. Went with my mother one day.
I saw a candy case. I asked can I have some.
and Mother gave me money and I was excited.
Looked at all kinds in that case and took long.
I kept asking how much is this and that.
A hard time to decide, then I made up my mind.
I paid and we left. I ate it slow on the way home.
I got dirty, but it was good and I did not care.
Every day I asked her to go to the store, she said no.
I begged for money and said I can go by myself.
I asked her if we needed bread and I could buy it.
That day I saw the bakery case and it looked good.
Bought a chocolate covered donut and did not wait.
Ate it on way home and got chocolate on me and bag.
One day she said no more, as I looked a little fat now.
Then I went to boarding school and missed the fun.
Saw chubby girls there, thought maybe a good thing.











 


Sweet Tooth's My Middle Name

By Mary (MusingByMary@aol.com)





Oh, why, oh why, I ask myself,
did mother name me Ruth? . . .
and share her unhealthy habit
by giving me "SWEET TOOTH"?


Chocolate was her very favorite
that she passed on to me . . .
in fact 'twas brother's downfall, too,
chocoholics, that we be!


Ummmmm, lotsa nuts and caramel
give my taste buds a thrill . . .
top that off with chocolate
my "sweet tooth" then I fill ~


Cake and cookies, ice cream, too,
n cobblers, tarts, yummy pie . . .
guess there just ain't many sweets
dear friends, I wouldn't try ! ~


In the tastin' of the puddin'
I hear is found the proof . . .
pass it round for seconds
let's see if that's a spoof:-) ~


Just statin' fact is awful easy,
since sugar gained its fame . . .
gimme cho~cho~cho ~CO~ LATE confections
"SWEET TOOTH'S MY MIDDLE NAME:-)"


Mary Carter Mizrany©
March 6, 2007











 


I Love Candy

By Bob (C1ydeBunky@aol.com)


Bob's entry is a song he wrote. The words can be sung to the background music on this webpage.



I love eating candy
It makes my life dandy
Nothing better ever will there be for me now
Candy's for my sweet tooth
I've loved it my whole youth
Wish I had a pound to eat for ev- ry day -
I'd delight in every way!


I love eating sweet stuff
It is really neat stuff
And I like variety to make me happy -
Cookies are delicious
Ice cream I do wish us
Pie and cake are hard to beat in every way,
And I really have to say -


That there are cookies, ice cream, pie, cake,
Nuff to make my tum ache
But, gee whiz, for Pete's sake
I'd be so hap-py!


You can have your carrots
Lettuce has its merits
And you'll be as healthy as can be
But candy is IT for me!











 


Soothing The Soul

By Connie (CSThomas@aol.com)




Aphrodisiac comes to mind
Are sweets to sooth the soul
Sometimes better than sex
As some stories have been told


A simple taste upon the tongue
Asking nothing in return
Awakening all one's senses
Is the least of her concern


Second thoughts roamed the mind
Of the man who'd brought her treats
But sex wasn't in her makin'
She only desired his sweets











 


My Sweet Tooth

By susi (Texaswishr@aol.com)




alas, alack, I am bereft
my yen for sugar is still left
'tho i've had my sweet tooth pulled
my desire for chocolate is unfulfilled


it matters not that i've lost weight
sugar-free everything does not sate
my mouth just waters whenever I see
a chocolate bunny staring at me


a plate of my own peanut butter fudge
would sure give my tastebuds a nudge
but then I think what my blood would do
and I know 'twould be a day to rue


so i'll give my sweet tooth to the fairy
with the hope that she'll help me to bury
all thoughts in my mind about those sweets
and try to be satisfied with sugar free treats











 


Our Sweet Tooth

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)




Sweets, oh mercy me, sweets even on a tree,
Popsicles by the gross,
Ice cream cones stacked so high.


Cookies by the pan so hot,
Ginger snaps I like a lot,
Muffins with lots of nuts,
Don’t they know when to stop?


Homemade candy taffy too,
Seafoam candy from when I was a child.
Penny Kits, jawbreakers too,
Little wax bottles with sweet juice.


Oh the sweets when I was a lad,
Eat a lot and run it off,
Savor taste and oh boy,
Even get the mixing bowl to lick.


Then as the pimples came,
Then it was teen age love,


But now I am old,
And dang chocolate really
Does me in.


Candy bars, home made cookies.
Bran muffins full of raisins.
All of the things
We should not eat,
But who is going to tell on us?


Expanding girth, popped buttons,
Clothes that shrink
Oh dang what a belly


Such is life, such it be,
But please can I have
One more
Ice cream cone?











 


Sweet Toothed Memories

By Evelyn (Evenccw@aol.com)




Of all the ways to satisfy a sweet tooth none could top “licking the bowl” after Mama made her One-Two-Three-Four Cake! The four of us would hover around, each with a spoon waiting for the cake to be placed in the oven. Better then that, when the cake was done, licking the frosting bowl was best! That tradition was carried out through the years with my own children. My how they loved to “lick the bowl.” Sometimes it gives me a little lump in my throat when I wash all of that goodie down the sink with no one waiting to savor it.

In the early years on the farm, in addition to cake, special Sunday desserts were sometimes banana pudding or lemon meringue pie made from the recipe on the corn starch box. In season we would have strawberry shortcake almost every night until the last strawberry was gone! In blackberry picking time we canned them, made jam and Mama made blackberry cobbler! She made a great peach cobbler too! Late in the fall, we'd be sitting around the crackling fire, doing homework while Mama mended or crocheted, when the sweet tooth bug would bite! Mama would then whip up a batch of peanut brittle, always a cure for that bug! Other times there might be taffy pulls made with sorghum molasses.

Through the years birthday cakes have been, and continue to be, a joy to me. Birthday celebrations are a time when I feel free to treat my sweet tooth to a piece of cake with ice cream after the blowing out ceremony is done. When my children were growing up we celebrated each birthday on the day that it fell during the week and didn't wait till the following Sunday. The one whose birthday was next in line was the one who got to light the candles. We had the system down pat. As time has gone by, we have taken special joy in birthdays. With six children and twelve grandchildren, through the year there seems to be ample occasion to satisfy my sweet tooth with cake and ice cream!




Chrissy at three in 1989



When I was a little girl I had fantasies of having all the ice cream my heart could desire! In my young mind that was the epitome of wealth. Saturday afternoons the family went to town to shop for provisions and it would be a special treat when Mama bought us each an ice cream cone. How we'd savor it to the last lick. It was always a mystery to me how the ice cream man scooped the ice cream so that it fit the shape of the cone! On those trips to the stores on Saturdays we'd come home with penny candies, those creams that came in assorted shapes and pastel colors. They were sinfully sweet, but oh so good! There was a coconut filled confection that they called a “high” ball.” It was more like a bon bon, that came in pastel colors also. That was Aunt Freda’s favorite.

In our children’s growing up years one of the delights of their lives, and mine as well, was the fact that they had two sets of grandparents who adored them. It was always my job to caution the grandparents not to overindulge them in sweets. When she visited Akron from Baltimore, Grandma McCusker always brought a homemade chocolate cake. If the visit coincided with a birthday we put candles on it and we had a birthday party with cake and ice cream! Mom loved desserts and when we visited in Baltimore she always had a well-stocked freezer of ice cream. She knew I liked it! She liked to experiment with different flavors and we would always have a bowl before going to bed. On a much later visit to Baltimore, in Mom’s final years, someone brought in cotton candy and she decided to have a little fun with it! For me it was a “Kodak” moment when she playfully made a moustache with a wisp of pink cotton candy. Though I don't think she appreciated it, I treasure it as great fun. She was a great lady, very “straight laced,” but for one carefree moment we all had a good laugh. And yes, she ate the cotton candy! I shall love her forever.




Mom McCusker

and cotton candy mustache



While some folks appease their sweet tooth with chewing gum, that particular activity has never been my favorite thing. Maybe it was my parochial upbringing. When I was in first grade Agatha Schaefer was chewing gum in class. How she got it to stick, I know not, but Sister Pauline stuck the wad of gum on the end of Agatha’s nose and had her sit in front of the class for what seemed all afternoon. While that took care of my sweet tooth for gum in the class room, I occasionally would like to chew half a stick and wonder:

Does the spearmint lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight?
If you chew it in the morning, will it be too hard to bite?
Can't you see I'm going crazy, won't somebody put me right?
Does the spearmint lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight?



Back in the mid-thirties my Daddy was a lineman for the TVA. That is the Tennessee Valley Authority. Before a big job his foreman, Mr. Chandler, would spend the evening and I could hear the droning of their voices in the room below before I drifted off to sleep. One thing was certain, there would always be treats for us children on the lamp stand in the morning. Sometimes there would be packages of Wrigley’s Spearmint chewing gum. Other times there would be boxes of Cracker Jacks which to me seemed like pure decadence. I liked the Cracker Jacks best. To this day I find that they can be addictive!




Purely Decadent!



Walking to and from school on warm spring days many years ago I satisfied my sweet tooth many times by plucking the pistils from honeysuckles growing along the roadside. As I pulled the pistil from the throat of the flower there would always be a drop of sweet nectar that I dropped on my tongue. Oh, how sweet it was, truly nectar of the gods! I didn't realize it then, but I think I satisfied my sweet tooth many mornings with sorghum molasses or homemade jam or jelly on hot biscuits for breakfast before walking to school or working in the fields in summertime.

When all is said and done, I can close my eyes and the memory of the smell of honeysuckle and the expectation of a drop of nectar from a pistil is all I need for my sweet tooth. I am content!










 

 

 

 



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