Diabolical Maple Syrup

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 As Logged By:

Agent Rose

 

All Mommy and Daddy can talk about

Has nothing to do with my diabolical pout.

Boiling sap over an open flame?

Sounds like something crazily insane.

 

Maple syrup is what we made?!

Now, my diabolical plans have strayed.

A smoky touch to that delicious sweetness,

I'm ready for some pancake completeness!


 "Have you cleaned the boiling pans?"

"Do you have the skimmer?"
 
"What about the firewood?  Do Gran and Gramps have enough?"
 
My eyes open in a fury of blinks.  What on earth is going on with Mommy and Daddy that a diabolical sweetie can't enjoy some extra shut eye?
 
"Quick, get Rosie.  We need to leave."
 
Wait, what?  Get Rosie?  No, no, no.  I have diabolical plans for today.  I'm supposed to become ultimately spoiled after using my perfected weapon.  Leaving is not in my plans.  This can't be, this can't work, this can't...
 
And I'm strapped in my car seat.
 
"This is your first time boiling sap with Gran and Gramps, Rosie," Mommy tries buttering me up as I slouch in the back.  "You'll love it."
 
Not as much as I would have loved diabolically pouting at you!
 
Hey, I could do that now.
 
I widen my eyes to complete roundness.  I stick out my bottom lip and let it quiver.  I sniffle a touch, just enough to catch Mommy's attention.
 
"Oh, sweetie.  Don't pout," Mommy coos.  "You'll enjoy boiling sap.  Just wait and see."
 
Drat! 
 
It didn't work.
 
I get ready to grab my stink teddy, wanting so bad to squeeze a toot out of him.  Right at Mommy and Daddy.  But, then I remember that I'm, also, in the car.  I don't want to get stuck with that stench making me want to barf.
 
"There's my little one!"  Gramps pulls me in tight.  "Are you excited about boiling today?"
 
As an answer, I give him my diabolical pout.  Gramps just tilts his head, but Gran comes swooping down.  
 
"Oh, no.  Our poor baby is upset.  Here, Little Rose, how about you come inside with me to get out of this cold.  I'll make you some fresh applesauce and hot chocolate, too."
 
Applesauce and hot chocolate?
 
SCORE!
 
I do a little dance the whole time I nosh.  This plan might work out, after all.
 
Heading back outside with Gran, I plan my attack.
 
Everyone is sitting around an odd looking fire pit.  Cement blocks stacked three tall and large pans resting on top.  What's this whooshing up from those pans?  It's steam, so thick I could cut out a doughnut from it.
 
And, there's Gramps sitting with a stick.  Is that a hot dog on the end of it?
 
Out comes the lower lip and I round my cutie eyes.
 
"I think someone's hungry, Honey," Gran nudges when Gramps doesn't bite.
 
Two hot dogs later and some more hot chocolate, too, this baby is feeling pretty successful.  Not bad for a perfected pout.  I'm so diabolical.
 
"Syrup's done!"  Gramps calls out.
 
Syrup?  What?
 
"Look, Rosie," Mommy holds me and points at the pans.  "Can you believe we boiled all that sap down into Maple syrup?"
 
MAPLE SYRUP!
 
That's what you've been doing?
 
This is amazing, this is extraordinary, this is...
 
"Who wants pancakes for dinner with fresh maple syrup?"
 
ME!
 
 
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