So maybe right now I’ve got my hands in a bag of stale donut crumbs. And maybe they’re not even that good–not good like, say, the sweet/spicy complexity of the tomato salsa I made this week, garlicky with a cilantro right-hook. But good in that way that I’ll scour the scritchy depths of the bag in a fog of longing until every last mouse-nibble has been accounted for.
And I’ve noticed that it’s that season again where everywhere you turn there’s a caramel apple winking gloppily at you, or a frost-your-own-cupcake party for kids, or an upcoming holiday where you can go knocking on strangers doors, mutter a worn out phrase and THEY GIVE YOU CANDY!
And here’s the thing. I’m not so down on sugar (although holy chemical warfare am I down on food coloring and artificial flavors). It’s just that I want my kids to learn how to enjoy occasional sweets, savor and moan over them even, realize the sensation of fullness and then move on. Which sounds as attainable as waking up tomorrow without caffeine and having a productive day, which is to say, if you put a bag of stale donuts in my halloween bag, I too would gobble up every last sugar-dusted chunk and throw a tantrum for more. And lets just say that when the Halloween booty goes on top of the fridge Sunday night for parental-rationing, there will fierce pining. There will be Harvard Law School type negotiations to get Just One More Piece. There will be sneakiness and begging and caving in and yes, there will be parents sneaking little wrappers full of sugar after the kids go to bed.
How do you manage Halloween candy? Ration or let ’em at it? Encourage your kids to trade in their loot for flax seed lollipops or let them experience the crash after a sugar high? Do you think there’s a path to a heathy relationship with sugar?
ps: I wish I had a picture to show you of Col and Rose in their costumes. Rose is a cowgirl, stumping along on a wooden stick with a unicorn head. Col was going to be an Indian (which has its own worrisome political incorrectness) and then decided to be a cowboy so “Rosie wouldn’t be lonely.”