“I think most of the talk about this is just blather and too much cough-syrup sipping.” ~ Barry Collier
Some things make me happy, even when they come to my attention due to unfortunate or sinister circumstances. Firstly, It makes me inexplicably amused to know that there is a strategic global reserve of maple syrup. One can only imagine the pure horror of a world where waffles and pancakes are left dry or, god-forbid, doomed only to condimentation by sorghum and jellies. But I am equally squeed by the idea that there is a maple syrup black market. And a honey black market. Like everything criminal, I’m sure it’s far more boring and sleazy in reality, but in my head chubby-cheeked Canadian women don trench coats and whisper to passers-by behind a just-over-the-border Dennys. “Got some syrup for ya, ay. Make ya a deal?”
I watched a documentary once where a sweet-faced older woman explained that during prohibition she and her wholesome Midwestern friends would make a few bucks by strapping hot water bottles to their backs under their coats to transport alcohol over the border. I don’t know where you’d be inclined to strap maple syrup and honey, but I anticipate the Cohen brothers exploring that in the film the must be written: Sugarbush Shanghai… in 3D.
Episode Note: I am still at war with my Internet provider and lose connection approximately every 6 – 8 minutes. The sharp edits you hear are Grace taking out her loud swearing every time we had to start over because my Skype call crashed.
Series Note: Several years ago, Grace suggested we do a podcast together. I made a website and everything. Then we both realized we didn’t have the time and we both hated the sounds of our speaking voices. But the idea seems like fun now, so this new feature will be mirrored both here on SalomeSays and on Grace’s Phasing Grace blog (although mine will likely be posted earlier because Grace has a grown up job). We’re shooting for one each Tuesday on lighthearted but geek-crucial topics. We are also shooting for 2-5 minute podcasts, but are happy when it just stays under ten. I am working with a therapist to learn to not yap like a purse dog and take a breath so Grace can have a turn to speak. There may need to be some sort of electroshock involved.
PS: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYNDON!