I have a confession to make.
I used to be in a long-term, complicated, on-again-off-again relationship… with sugar. We met when I was a kid—me, wide-eyed and innocent, and sugar, all sweet smiles and irresistible charm. It was cupcakes at birthday parties, cotton candy at the fair, caramel popcorn during movie nights. Sugar was everywhere, always ready to light up my day.
But like most too-good-to-be-true romances, things got messy. Sugar turned clingy. The more I had, the more I needed. And somewhere between my third afternoon slump in a week and my dentist’s fourth raised eyebrow, I realized this wasn’t love—it was a trap.
And that’s when I met SoulSweet.
No, seriously. I met it. A friend plunked a small jar on my kitchen counter and said, “This. Will. Change. You.”

