August 20th, 2014
Syrup
Other things improved by syrup: french toast, books, love, fear, thought, inventiveness, memories, democracy, YOU.
The foods on my plate are always completely segragated, so the chances of a mini sausage – which there’s ever only one of – touching syrup is so low for me, that it has yet to happen. So. Fade in. My apartment. My wife cooks some mini sausages. “They don’t taste so great,” she says. “I don’t want them.” “I don’t want them either,” I reply in a way that accentuates my burdening handsomeness. “I don’t like mini sausages.” “Try dipping them in syrup,” she suggests, also in a way that accentuates my burdening handsomeness. And then I did and I ATE THEM ALL.
Fade to black.
I used to dislike home fries (i.e. pan fried potato chunks), so bland. But one morning in college we went down to the cafeteria and my roommate took the last pancakes. I didn’t want to eat plain scrambled eggs, so I grabbed a spoon of home fries and doused them with maple syrup.
I think that became my standard breakfast for the rest of the semester.