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OK, I'll roll out another one. Maple syrup. Maple syrup reminds me of what we in the family referred to as The Log Cabin Incident.
We had been out hunting that morning, my father, brother and I, and when we came back to camp, my mother began making breakfast for us. Pancakes. Mmmm, sounds good. As we're stripping off our gear she's frying up pancakes.
Pretty soon she brings out the first platter of flat, fluffy goodness. It had been cold and we were pretty hungry, so much jostling took place to load ones plate with pancakes. Once the winners and the losers were established, we all smeared some butter on them, poured syrup on top and began eating. Somone even complimented the taste. OK, it was me. They were good.
But then my brother said something that brought everything to a halt. "Mom, did you put chocolate sprinkles on these?" A negative response had us all examining our plates closely. Yep. little black dots. What were they?
Ants. Ants is what they were. Ants that had gotten into the syrup bottle and drowned. The three of us made the discovery at about the same time. We looked at each other and back at our plates. Then we all shrugged our shoulders and finished eating. In for a penny, in for a pound.
The kicker was, when she brought the next platter, we told her about the ants and she said, "Oh, I saw some on the neck and wiped them off but I didn't check inside the bottle." Luckily she had a spare, sealed bottle for the second platter.
We had been out hunting that morning, my father, brother and I, and when we came back to camp, my mother began making breakfast for us. Pancakes. Mmmm, sounds good. As we're stripping off our gear she's frying up pancakes.
Pretty soon she brings out the first platter of flat, fluffy goodness. It had been cold and we were pretty hungry, so much jostling took place to load ones plate with pancakes. Once the winners and the losers were established, we all smeared some butter on them, poured syrup on top and began eating. Somone even complimented the taste. OK, it was me. They were good.
But then my brother said something that brought everything to a halt. "Mom, did you put chocolate sprinkles on these?" A negative response had us all examining our plates closely. Yep. little black dots. What were they?
Ants. Ants is what they were. Ants that had gotten into the syrup bottle and drowned. The three of us made the discovery at about the same time. We looked at each other and back at our plates. Then we all shrugged our shoulders and finished eating. In for a penny, in for a pound.
The kicker was, when she brought the next platter, we told her about the ants and she said, "Oh, I saw some on the neck and wiped them off but I didn't check inside the bottle." Luckily she had a spare, sealed bottle for the second platter.
