A Little Meat with the Pancakes

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I found a brand of frozen pancakes that I really like. So one morning I fired up the microwave oven and heated up a stack of them. After applying the necessary butter and Geauga County maple syrup I sat down and prepared to dig in. Before I started cutting them up I noticed dark cylindrical bodies on the pancakes . Since they were multigrain I figured they were just grain hulls and scraped them off.

This morning I made the pancakes again. This time I took special notice that the pancakes were monocolored and did not have any different colored bodies imbedded in them. After eliminating the pancakes themselves and the butter as the source of these cylindrical bodies, I looked at the syrup. I started swirling the glass syrup pitcher and discovered that it was full of the cylindrical bodies of ANTS that apparently managed to climb in the pitcher when the pouring spout wasn't sealing well and ended up drowning in the syrup. The pitcher was dumped out and run through the dishwasher. The ants aren't helping to pay for the groceries so I'm just going to have to remember to put the syrup pitcher right back in the refrigerator after I use it.
 
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I found a brand of frozen pancakes that I really like. So one morning I fired up the microwave oven and heated up a stack of them. After applying the necessary butter and Geauga County maple syrup I sat down and prepared to dig in. Before I started cutting them up I noticed dark cylindrical bodies on the pancakes . Since they were multigrain I figured they were just grain hulls and scraped them off.

This morning I made the pancakes again. This time I took special notice that the pancakes were monocolored and did not have any different colored bodies imbedded in them. After eliminating the pancakes themselves and the butter as the source of these cylindrical bodies, I looked at the syrup. I started swirling the glass syrup pitcher and discovered that it was full of the cylindrical bodies of ANTS that apparently managed to climb in the pitcher when the pouring spout wasn't sealing well and ended up drowning in the syrup. The pitcher was dumped out and run through the dishwasher. The ants aren't helping to pay for the groceries so I'm just going to have to remember to put the syrup pitcher right back in the refrigerator after I use it.
:ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO: I'm seriously laughing here! Years ago, my father, my brother and me returned from our morning deer hunt. We were cold, tired and hungry but we were heartened by the notion that my mother would have breakfast going by the time we stepped out of the trucks. We sat down and in short order, the pancakes started coming. She put down the first stack and we each grabbed a couple, buttered and syruped them and chowed down. Let me tell you, those were damn good pancakes. They weren't especially fine pancakes, but, place and time, they were amazing. When the second round hit the table, we all did the same thing over again. But it wasn't more than a bite in I heard my brother say, "What are these?" to my mom. She asked what he was talking about, and he pointed out little black dots all over the top of his pancakes. Well, after some discussion and investigation, while me and dad scarfed our second stacks down, it was discovered that it was, you guessed it, ants in the syrup. I'm not ashamed to say we ate a third stack that day, Ant/Maple syrup hybrid and all. But we did get a new bottle at the store that afternoon. We aren't barbarians.
 
Even though my wife has an aunt & uncle that used to own a sugaring farm in Vermont , I just can't stand real maple syrup . They used to send it to us , but I just couldn't eat it . Her dad will crush up saltines , pour real maple syrup over it and chow down . I've seen him pour it over cake and eat it . I guess it all depends on where you were born .
 
I have pancakes so rarely that when I get a hankering I just order some delivered along with the breakfast tacos from Kelley's Country Cooking about a mile from the house. I still use Aunt Jemima syrup and kept the old bottle to refill. To blazes with the cancel crowd.
My father was a wildlife biologist and game warden and did a lot of work with the State Troopers in the game division, and one in particular, who shall remain nameless. Our family and his would take vacations together. During opening weeks of the deer season and the elk season, they would stay in a cabin owned by the Forest Service.
Now neither was a drunk, but 1-2 drinks after work in the evening was a cherished bit of relaxation. However, with 3 agencies involved, you know that alcohol regulations were in place. So, they did 2 things. One, as soon as they got in the door the uniform shirts came off. Two, the whiskey was in a Mrs. Butterworth's bottle, one of the old glass ones.
Now this arrangement worked well and some of the guys they worked with knew they could come over, take off the uniform, and sip on a cup of syrup. Well that all came to an end one day. That was the day they served the Lieutenant pancakes for breakfast. You guessed it. Before they could stop him, he poured about 3 shots of Canadian whiskey on his pancakes. My dad waited outside while his buddy got torn a new one by the LT. After the LT roared off in a huff to get breakfast, My dad asked his buddy what he said. "He yelled a lot, said don't do it no more, and then chuckled and told me it was a pretty smart idea." After the LT had retired, my dad ran into him at a hunting camp. He winked and asked my dad if he wanted a syrup on the rocks. When he did this, he held up a bottle of Mrs. Butterworths. When my dad laughed and declined, he shrugged, and refreshed his drink. From the syrup bottle.
 
Orkin has kept the bugs from living in my house. It's a monthly bill I don't mind paying. Now if I could put some spikes on my porch when the morons come to my door, that would be funny. A 105# Weimaraner standing up against the storm door with her vicious bark works for the 2-legged pests! (She wouldn't hurt a fly! Just rabbits & deer if she could catch them.)
 
Meh...we've all eaten worse. We just didn't know it at the time. Check out the acceptable levels of rodent exctretia allowed in various foodstuffs by the Department of Agriculture.. Enjoying a nice scotch in the back yard, I have had to occasionally flick out a random flying insect that landed in it. No point in wasting a good drink. Kinda like peeing in the shower. Everyone does it, but nobody admits it.
 
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