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[06 May 2009|08:38pm] |
Just read this speech to my PR Writing class:
I believe in maple syrup. Maple syrup that is rich and intoxicatingly sweet. I believe in its power to bring families together around the table for breakfast upon sunrise or sunset. I believe in eating maple syrup at any given time of the day and it’ll put a smile on my face every single time and flood my heart with fond memories. I believe in the sticky fingers of children who over dip their pancakes in it. I have been sad, happy, excited, angry, drunk and maple syrup has magically cured all my woes and created a harmonious balance at infamous institutions like Denny’s, Norms, IHOP and just about every other joint that serves breakfast 24/7. I have loved, been loved and heartbroken over French toast drenched in the goodness of maple syrup topped with extra powdered sugar. I believe in any color, taste and texture of syrup just as I believe in every color of the rainbow and every color of the human race.
My childhood is synonymous with Aunt Jemima. The woman practically raised me. How about Mrs. Butterworth? Can’t forget about her! Oh the rich sap from maple trees have sweetened the best days of my life. Thank the brave pioneers of Vermont and Quebec who risk their life extracting the vital ingredients from nature to sugar coat those rainy days with a little bit of artificial sweetness. I believe in the delightful taste maple syrup adds to foods like waffles, biscuits, fresh donuts, fritters, ice cream, hot cereal, fruit, applesauce, baked beans, candied sweet potatoes, winter squash, cakes, pies, breads, fudge, milkshakes, tea, coffee, and hot toddies.
People grow up, lives get busy, but there’s nothing like a hearty breakfast to bring friends and family together over griddles and giggles. Maple syrup makes me happy, sometimes a drop, sometimes a gallon.
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