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!
