Adventures in body sugaringI'm poor. But more to the point, I'm
Picture this - Sicily, 1946... No, no, wrong story. Picture this - Saint Lucia, 2006; dorna! peering down into a near volcanic concoction of sugar, water and lemon juice; rationalising sotto voce, "Well, if all else fails, it'll make a nice snack", followed by these portentous words:
For a charm of powerful trouble,(Link)
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Well, anyhoo, you get the gist of the situation.
My inner voice - the sane one - opines, "No good will come of this honey. No good". Hah. What does she know anyway?