Not a sound I usually expect on Saturdays. Most of my front step thuds occur Thursday or Friday based on anti-social internet shopping. Tongue in cheek, of course.
Mostly for the sake of limited nighttime long winter lack of light, I signed up for conveniences. Groceries, cat needs, and art supplies are my top three delivery staples.
The unexpected arrival succeeded in shrinking a mileage gap of real social distance.
Ranked in order of cousin-closeness, distances in hours:
8.5 hours to PA.
10.25 hours to MN.
11 hours, 7 minutes to GA.
11 hours, 15 minutes to CT.
“Refrigerate after opening! Hope you enjoy the syrup. Made on my property.”
Adorned with an adorable dog, the enclosed card noted charitable support of Guiding Eyes for the Blind guide dog schools.
This sweetness came from Canadensis, Pennsylvania, courtesy of the closest of my all far-away cousins.
Bubble-wrapped and sealed to perfection, it took me less than a minute to excitedly break that bottle open.
Didn’t see the point of wasting time retrieving a spoon; sampled the first dollop from right from my left pointer finger.
My right pointer light-bulb searched Johnny Cakes. Hm.
Never had much luck with pancakes – always suspected the cause might be lack of a proper griddle. Probably more my impatient and usually irreverent cooking technique.
Considered time consuming, high effort waffles. I’d need to drag up the step-ladder from the basement to reach that high cabinet over the fridge where I keep this treasure hidden.
I followed a few of those endless links within links deep enough to discover fried corn meal mush, eventually arriving at old-school. Old-fashioned cornbread. Fell asleep that night anticipating the morning.
My night-before flagged recipe called for pre-heating the cast iron pan in the oven. The closest I could come without running out to World Market (where I habitually eye the irons) was my non-stick bundt pan.
Don’t laugh, y’all. It worked.
The syrup crawled into cuddling crevices, pooled and was pretty as well as being mighty tasty.
The gift smoothed over miles of distance with warm fuzzies and a fine example of turning the tables on social distance and social distancing.
(PS with MI on “Stay home, Stay safe” 3-week executive order, I’m not going to be driving out to the post office anytime soon. March birthday and monthly greetings cards for April are going to be late.)
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