Time to turn in your hippie card, young man

[marydell]

The young hippie guy (ponytail, granola-ish clothes, a little body modding) who was bagging my stuff at the grocery noticed that the bottle for the 100% pure maple syrup was glass, not plastic.

guy: "huh, it's glass, I wonder why?"
me: "maybe that's to make it seem fancy, since it's the pure stuff."
guy: "is that better?"
me: "well, it is if your kid can't have the regular kind. I like the regular stuff better, but it's made of corn syrup and other stuff."
guy, looking puzzled: "then what is this made from?"
me: "trees."
guy: *looks incredulous*
me: "yeah, maple trees."
guy: "oh, wow. Wild!"

Comments

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

And golden syrup is an invert sugar (a by-product of sugar processing). As opposed to whatever evil corn syrup is.

As a boy growing up in London, I used to think of Lyle's Golden Syrup as "honey" because that's what my mother called it. I was pleasantly surprised by real honey when I first encountered it (in the form of the pungent honey made from logwood blossoms by St Elizabeth bees).

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

"Whatever evil corn syrup is" made me giggle quite excessively. :)

Heh, this is funny to me because, growing up in NYC, I had honey and liked it okay, but I really loved the caramel notes of golden syrup the first time I bought any from the European Foods Shop near my college dorm. But if I hadn't had honey all my childhood, I definetely would have found it a revelation as you did.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Different revelations for different folks... I was discussing with a colleague today the ways that the Third World can impress themselves on people raised in the First World. One of them was the first time I rode in a mule cart. To me, at twelve, it was an exciting experience. My father, however, was astonished at my excitement and eager to suppress it. To him it was a lower-class, old-fashioned form of transportation, and he was hardly excited at staring at the rear end of a mule.