Are my kids the only ones who insist on artificial this or that?
I doubt it.
The other day we ran out of syrup. I didn’t know this until I was about to serve up some Eggos (which shall NOT be eaten without syrup unless specified in advance by young Master Hooligan). Some days it’s okay to have a waffle smeared with peanut butter or jelly or maybe both, but not this day.
Thinking quickly (ha), I offer some maple syrup. Real. Maple. Syrup. The kind that comes from (I’m guessing here) a maple.
You would think I had just poured rat poison on the plate. He wouldn’t even take a bite (it came back out, with a blecchh) and before I could say anything he had run to the sink and dumped the waffles down the disposal. Then we had a bowl of cereal.
Give me high fructose corn syrup, or give me death!
It so totally has to be Aunt Jemima. None of that namby pamby REAL maple syrup here!
dude, you *cook* the waffles? I let DreadPirate MonkeyBoy chew on them still frozen when he was teething five years ago, and now I just chunk them at him right out of the freezer.
they think the syrup from McDonald’s in those little packs is good — I never make pancakes at home, so all they know is when Grandma goes to the Arches on Saturdays. So deprived, my poor children!
My kids are Mrs. Butterworth’s fans. I use the real stuff to bake chicken and sweet potatoes.