I don't remember learning anything about European history in school, save the World History class I was required to take in 10th grade. Imagining the times of Julius Caesar, Charlemagne, and the times of the Crusades during my school years was another point at which my curiosity was piqued. Most of what I remember about Europe was from English class. Shakespeare, the Brontë sisters, and Jane Austen. Dressing in the dresses, speaking with those accents, and understanding things that are commonplace to those characters interested me very much. This, along with watching healthy doses of PBS formed a lifelong drive to know other people and other ways.
The closest we could get in our little town to other cultures was via a cookbook. My best friend was as adventurous as I, so there was a summer's day when I went to her house. Her mom went to the grocery store, and we followed recipes for a five course, five star French meal. Through the years, we looked up many other recipes, always learning something from that culture and its cuisine. Somehow, as fascinated as I was by English clothing and customs, I wasn't ever enamored with English food.
What does this have to do with my weight or sugar 'addiction?' Growing up as we did with basic needs sparsely met, adding sugar to stuff you don't really like made it palatable. Add enough sugar to it, and almost anything tasted good. Now that I have traveled and am fortunate enough to eat good food, maybe it's time to kick the sugar habit. Most of the sweets I indulge in aren't worth it. After all, it's not Demel.