Hate is a vile habit. It provokes hard feelings and tribal tendencies and war. Yet I admit: I hate powdered sugar.
I’m aware that it’s sugar, powdered. It’s also cut with cornstarch, to curb clumping. Which sounds innocent but isn’t. Sift a cup: cough. Down a spoonful: gag.
Now that a buff blender patrols my countertop, I can grind my own, unadulterated. But why bother? Most recipes with powdered sugar are better without.
Consider glaze. Compounded from lemon juice and powdered sugar, the thick goo glares from the top of lemon loaf. Switch to granulated sugar, though, and the thin gloss gilds the crags, extends loaf life, and turns up the tartness.
Nothing but peace, love, and lemon power.