If you know my husband well, you know he LOVES pancakes; he orders pancakes around 90% of the time we go out for brunch. We don’t make them very often at home, but he requested them last week for college football Sunday this past weekend.

When I was at the store getting the mix, I couldn’t find pancake syrup. We had been warned that pancake syrup was hard to find, but had shrugged it off. I ended up buying molasses because it was the closest I could find.

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With pancakes made, I pulled out the molasses, opened the lid, and gave husband a spoon. He drizzled a healthy dollop on his stack and made his way to the couch to resume football watching. Before I could get more than a spoonful on my own stack of ‘cakes, he was back in the kitchen gagging and scrambling for a new plate.

As it turns out, I bought black strap molasses. It doesn’t taste good (on pancakes). Out came the blackberry jam from the fridge and I immediately ordered a jug of maple syrup off Amazon. Sigh. Oh well. We’ll eat jam on our pancakes again this Sunday and I’ll find some use for the black strap molasses. Homemade bread, perhaps?

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