So, yesterday we had just walked into our apartment after school when Madeline announced, "So, that international luncheon at school that I mentioned a few weeks ago? It's actually tomorrow and they only told us today. Can you make some of those yummy things?"
The "yummy things" that she was referring to were tarte au sucre bars, which I'd attempted for the first time ever a couple of weeks ago for a cultural event put on by our building's residents' association. (They didn't entirely turn out - my crust was too thin and my butter was probably cubed too coarsely).
I had none of the ingredients on hand. Cue disappointed expression on my ten year-old.
What Canadian-esque consumable did I have in our kitchen cupboards? "I have a bottle of maple syrup!" I told Madeline.
Today, my kid hopped on the school bus with a bottle of maple syrup in her backpack, and plate of pancakes in her arms.