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!
3 comments
October 31, 2006 at 11:13 am
Amy
It so totally has to be Aunt Jemima. None of that namby pamby REAL maple syrup here!
October 31, 2006 at 12:48 pm
Skatemom
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!
November 1, 2006 at 7:58 am
carmen
My kids are Mrs. Butterworth’s fans. I use the real stuff to bake chicken and sweet potatoes.