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.
6 thoughts on “a sweet sweet dirty little secret…”
I have to admit, that while I do like the real stuff, the fake can be appealing and comforting in the right situations. At the restaurant, I want the real thing, but at home on a Sunday morning, maybe the fake.
sorry. I love the Mrs., but I would bathe in the real stuff if they let me….
Oh, I LOVES me some Mrs. Butterworths! We have some in our pantry, in fact! She doesn’t have boobs anymore! I never heard about the double mastectomy.
Real maple definitely wins for me, but I can do Mrs. Butterworth’s as well. I know some folks who have a long-standing family tradition of making their own pancake moistener by boiling water plus some mapleine. I’ve never been a fan of that at all, but to each his own, I suppose.
I’m just amazed that syrup is one of those things that people are so serious about. Like religion. and war.
Maple syrup is not something that features highly on South African shopping lists, plain golden syrup yes, and I love the stuff!