Good morrow, good people of Lawrence. I brave once again the mysteries of this device in order to laud something that I doubt not you take for granted, but which is a treat almost unequalled to me.
No, I do not speak of fireworks, though I attended a display that was most enjoyable.
I speak of sugar!
When I was a child, we had cakes and pies and sweets made of sugar from the shop at the corner. I remember them well. I simply adored coconut rolls (with liquorice!). And strawberry creams, or white chocolate drops -- positively ripping! Until the war, I was quite keen on baking too. But not long after we left London, sugar was rationed, and we were not allowed it often. Perhaps this is why I remember those earlier treats so fondly.
In Narnia we lacked refined sugar as well, for the sugarcane plant did not grow in our climate -- indeed, I don't know if it even existed in that world -- nor would we have had the labour to process it. Our feasts were none the worse for it, for there are other sources of sweetness, but all the same...