I have something to tell you all. A confession of sorts about something that is generally greatly frowned upon. Back when I was a kid I don’t think it was that big of a deal but now? Now it really seems to freak people out.
The other morning as I was curled up in bed all snugly warm I read a tweet from @kentjlewis informing all the twitter reading world that “…Mrs Butterworth’s Original Syrup contains 0%real maple syrup…”
I giggled thinking of drizzling the sugary sweet syrup all over my favorite homemade french toast. I salivated thinking of the distinct flavor of Mrs. Butterworth’s. I shuddered thinking of a hilarious childhood memory involving breakfast, syrup and my brother screaming. I can’t tell you about that. I can’t. I promised him I wouldn’t… so unless he wants to let me I’m afraid I’m just unable to do so.
All this came to mind and then I thought of the years of torment and ridicule I’ve suffered over the fact that I don’t care for maple syrup.
That’s right. You heard me. I don’t like it. I don’t order pancakes or waffles in restaurants because I don’t like their syrup. I like Mrs. Butterworth’s processed sugary death. Which is odd because for the most part I prefer things made from scratch. Fresh ingredients. Non processed foods. Things I can fully identify.
Like I said, for the most part. Syrup is the exception. But there are others.
I confessed dramatically to a friend that I held no love for maple syrup and that my syrupy heart rests with the old gal in the apron… and he agreed.
I mean… he concurred.
He didn’t just agree that I like Mrs. Butterworth’s best, he shared with me that he too liked the sugary high fructose lady of death and not maple syrup. So now I have to know. I have to wonder. I have to ask…
How do you feel about maple syrup? It’s okay. You can tell me. I won’t judge you much.
And um… no. This is not a syrup add…. I just really love that shit.