Sweets from the Sweet

Reason umpty-thousand why knitters are wonderful people and blogging brings together friends you would never, ever meet:


From Meredith, way up north, this big, bulgy box, labeled "Received Without Contents" (and I tell you, that is a very strange sticker to find on a box from the local post office) showed up at my door yesterday. Syrup! Quarts and quarts -- well, litres and litres -- of maple syrup evaporated from Quebecois trees! Really! My children can have yogurt now. Because, I'll tell you, in a financial weak moment, I picked up a bottle of faux syrup, and thought, "Mmmm, yes, much cheaper," and then I read the ingredients -- High Freakin' Fructose Corn Syrup -- and thought, "Not for my little kids." And gave all of my money to the syrup folk.

But now, I can laugh, "Ha! Ha!" at the checkout people at Trader Joes and go home and eat lots of maple yogurt. We will raise spoons to the overly-generous Meredith. And then I will deal with someone tugging on my knee, saying, "Maaaa, maaaa, maaaa," because Thing 4 is all about yogurt. She also just today began to walk.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.