A Daily Thing

I don’t eat sugar: I swore it off around my 18th birthday and I’ve pretty much stuck to that principle since.  To be clear, refined sugar (in anything) – fruit and I, we’re all good.  I know: why, right?  Many reasons.  That’s all you’re getting from me in terms of an explanation right before dinnertime.

But with all this in mind, in my pantry I still have a teeny packet of vanilla sugar.   I have it for one reason only: my grandmother kept a huge jar of it and the smell of vanilla sugar is woven into many of my memories of her.  Today I took the little packet out and sniffed it at length, repeatedly: it’s her birthday (she would have been 96).  I miss her just that little bit less when I smell vanilla sugar (I said I didn’t eat sugar, I didn’t say I don’t like the smell!).

(Photo and how-to for making vanilla sugar from the amazing-looking Baking Bites).