As an introverted and somewhat solemn child, I placed my thoughts in an imaginary world where I owned my own sweet shop full of exquisitely carved sugar babies dressed in rice paper clothes that adorned sugar canes, or lived inside candy cottages. I had so much pleasure in planning how my shop would look. It would be filled to the brim with exciting sweets and candy and be a confectioner’s delight!
When I was young and imagining being rich I used think of money in terms of how many sweets I could buy! I used to picture boxes full of refreshers, white chocolate mice, red and black liquorice bootlaces, black jacks and fruit salad, candy shrimps, Spanish tobacco, flying saucers etc., piled from floor to ceiling.
As an adult, when I look back at my childhood and my simplistic take on life it is as though I never left that sweet shop. I stand in the middle of the shop not knowing which choices to make. Do I buy lots of cheaper sweets and have a whole paper bag of sugary goodness or do I just have one or two really special chocolates made with the finest ingredients? Do I go for what is in my reach or do I ask for the special toffee in the jar at the back of the counter? Do I choose the familiar such as sherbet pips or do I take a chance on the gob stoppers and giant pear drops that I am forbidden to eat in case of choking on them?
I think it is a question of balance. Not many people can have it all. I think there are days when the bargain bag of instant gratification will suffice and other days the artisan chocolate will be one to savour.
As for the giant pear drops? I am up for eating the ‘forbidden fruit’ but only if they are crushed up first. I am not that much of a risk taker to eat them whole!