i know, and i grew up in new hampshire. my friends tap trees for fun. for real.

this conversation/argument has been had. in huts watching the **** boil down. im just wrong. it may just come down to a severe sweet tooth seldom indulged. that and some stupid childhood nonsense. aunt jamima fantasies, etc.

its a little like box wine. you want to sample the infinite intricasies, but sometimes you just want to drink a ton of wine. i doubt the first winos could have cared less about letting it breathe or oaky casks.

actually. it is nothing like that and a white suburban 3rd grader has no place lusting after strange misogynistic colonial-slave stereotype throwback-icons.

omn8

i know, and i grew up in new hampshire. my friends tap trees for fun. for real.

Me Too. i\'m a NH native and can\'t imagine putting anything but pure maple syrup on my pancakes/french toast/waffles. i\'m guessing Sadie would prefer the headie *real* syrup on yer package, but would probably settle for aunt jamima.



:wah:^

or...a combination. now we\'re talking. have the wonderful sunday breakfast with the kids, and keep them "disassociated" for the rest of the day. we should move on this.