by Geof’s mischievous muse, now glucose-aware

🍬 Granulated Sugar
White as a sigh in a grandmother’s bowl,
it stirs the batter, steady and whole.
But now I measure, pause, and scan,
sweetness rationed by a trembling hand.

🎭 Caster Sugar
Finer than gossip in a cocktail lounge,
it lifts the meringue with a velvet bounce.
I used to flirt with its airy kiss,
now I weigh the risk behind the bliss.

🌨️ Confectioners’/Icing Sugar
Powdered snow on a birthday crown,
it dusts the cake like a holy gown.
I watch it fall, then turn away,
a sugar veil I cannot stay.

💎 Sanding Sugar
Crystals clink like carnival glass,
on cookies dressed for a midnight mass.
I crave the crunch, the sparkle bite,
but choose instead a quieter light.

🌰 Brown Sugar
Molasses-rich and musky-sweet,
it clings to oats and autumn heat.
I miss its hug, its earthy balm,
but trade it now for measured calm.

🌿 Muscovado Sugar
Sticky truth in a smoky jar,
it sings of sauces and wounds that scar.
I honour its depth, its soulful tone,
but keep my plate a safer zone.

🍯 Liquid Sugars
Drizzle, drip, and ritual glue,
they bind the bitter, coax the stew.
I read the labels, dodge the trap,
no longer lost in syrup’s lap.

🧊 Sugar Cubes
Pressed like promises, square and neat,
they clink in tea with a formal beat.
I stir with care, one cube or none,
a communion altered, still begun.

🌾 Pearl Sugar
Coarse and proud in pastry’s fold,
it holds its shape, it stays bold.
I nod at waffles, pass them by,
a crunch I mourn, but won’t defy.

🌴 Coconut Sugar
Earth-toned, caramel, low on the spike,
it sweetens the stew and the healthful hike.
A compromise, a gentle bend,
a sugar I might still befriend.

🌾 Date Sugar
From fruit once sun-kissed, now dried and ground,
it carries the fibre, the sacred sound.
I welcome its roots, its ancient lore,
a sweetness I can still explore.

🩺 Final Verse: The Bitter-Sweetness
So here I stand, a sugar bard,
with glucose charts and cravings marred.
Yet even now, I write, I taste,
in every limit, a sacred grace.