You have a sweet tooth, Jayne.

I ate 4 pancakes and when I went to drink my coffee today, it tasted bitter. My daddy told me, I had a sweet tooth.
I do remember, with fondness, the sicknesses we shared with one another, one of which was, an insatiable sweet tooth. I was sick and he was reminiscing about the care that his great grandma took of him when he had a cold and showed me how she would take the bowl of boiling water and make him breathe it in. The next step was the honey and lemon, of which I wanted no part. I was always against eating or drinking anything foreign and I suppose, if it were up to me I would have had a continuous diet of pablum until today. Anyway, He made the hot water for me and looked at me and showed me just how much honey he was willing to spend on me to get me better. (The truest love) He took the cup and with the lemon in it poured 3 teaspoons of honey overflowing into the cup, it might have been tablespoons, because I was sick. I drank it and made the sour face to him. I don't like lemon I said. He stirred it, thinking that this would help me. Taste it, he said, again I made the yucky face. I thought that I wasn't going to have to taste the lemon. It was sour. Needless to say, we probably had to throw the cup away when it dried because we made candy together that day and there was no end to my sweet tooth and we laughed when I found out that the lemon was going to taste in it no matter how much honey was put in. We both loved honey and lemon. And we both got better from that cold.