I always had the fake stuff growing up. I don't know that I've ever had the real thing. I've seen it in the store, but I wonder if spending $8 versus 2 is really worth it, especially since I use it so rarely. Although now I totally want pancakes and syrup. I was going to make scones, but now . . .

Trader Joes has some amazing Grade B syrup that comes in a wine shaped bottle for a pretty reasonable price.

I could drink that stuff straight out of the bottle. Oy.

Hmm, pancakes. I wish I had bread because I could murder some french toast right now.

living in Florida, I've never worked up the nerve to get a butter bell and leave it on the counter, even with our central air.

Our kitchen is so cold in the winter (old house, really bad insulation) that we can leave the butter out and it's *still* not spreadable.

Belgian waffles were a hit. Nice and crisp on the outside, very, very tender and light on the inside.

I had mine with fresh blueberries, orange marmalade that came from a farmer's market in North Carolina, and a touch of syrup.

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Maple syrup will last forever. Or so it seems to me.

Sweet tea vodka mixed with lemonade and cranberry juice is delicious.

I buy real butter -- grew up on margarine, but always had a box of butter in the freezer for baking.

I have no syrup preference,

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Still, next week Norton gets David Tennant. That will be fun for sure.

The last time Tennant was on, it was soooo funny. It's worth finding on YouTube if you haven't seen it.

We always had butter and you should hear my mother crow (yes, present tense) about being vindicated on that.

As far as syrup goes, it was Log Cabin for pancakes and waffles and Roddenberry's cane patch for fresh biscuits.

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On the butter / margarine issue, I knew a girl whose family tested the kids on their ability to differentiate between margarine and butter before they were allowed to have butter. Feeling, I suppose, that it was wasted on the younger palate or something.

Anyway, it became a family rite of initiation. At age 12 you sat down to a blind taste test of butter and margarine on toast. If you identified the buttered toast you could have butter thereafter. If you failed, then you had margarine again until your next birthday when you were tested again. All three kids were tested. I think one failed on the first try.

That's undeniably fucked up but the kind of detail you stow away for a story.

I knew another girl at college who hated mayonnaise so much that just mentioning the word to her caused her to have a gag reflex.

And I knew another girl in college who inquired whether the fried clams were boneless.

Thus Endeth The Post of Girls I Knew in College With Weird Food Issues