After a sleepover at Nanny and Papa's, Violet was excited to tell me about the breakfast she had with Papa when she got up early with him.
I knew before she told me what it would be, because my dad used to make the same thing for me when I was a little girl who woke up earlier than the rest. *Ahem. Pardon me while I get choked up here. Sniff. Okay. I'm okay.*
A piece of toast with butter. A little bowl of (real) maple syrup.
Dip. And eat. And dip. And eat. You can time it so that your syrup lasts till the last bit of toast (you may have to scoop up extra towards the end to make it work out perfectly). Then use your finger to swipe up any bits of crumby syrup that's left behind. It takes focus and concentration to not waste any drops as you carry the syrup to your mouth.
In many families, food is a legacy that passes in simple ways, and I can only imagine that my grandmother used to make this for my dad when he was a little boy who woke up earlier than the rest. It's like the onion and mayonnaise sandwich I eat once a year on my grandmother's birthday, because it's delicious and perfect in its simplicity and the memories it carries.
I can imagine Violet, 30 years from now, making this for her child and saying, "My grandpa used to make this for me when I was a little girl".
I bet that's ridiculously yummy!
ReplyDeleteSo sweet and yummy, food and music make so many wonderful memories! As per my daughter, I am 'not allowed' to pour the maple syrup on her pancakes because then she can't see it! It must be in a little dip cup on the side of her plate!!
ReplyDeleteI haven't had this in years! And now I'm in tears. It was one of my favourite breakfasts of all time. This is absolutely what I am going to give the girls this weekend.
ReplyDeleteWe would always have "maple syrup bread" for supper one night when we got our fresh syrup every spring. Same concept just not toasted! So delicious!
ReplyDeleteMaking this for my butter, bread, maple syrup loving kids this weekend - hopefully to pass along to their own kids! :) Yum! (Going to make some grain free bread and try it myself..) MMMM
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely breakfast - lots of special memories, too. We have fried bread sometimes and dip it in yummy things. I love a simple breakfast. :)
ReplyDeleteoh blessings. Many touching times between grandparent and grandchildren! Treasures.
ReplyDeleteit is those little small things that form our memories of a person - and the rituals somehow become our own to pass forward!My great-grandfather had a wonderful glass container he stored his syrup in - I can still picture it sitting on his table :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful memory for you and your daughter to share.
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