Growing up, we were oftentimes poor so we did not have the luxury of being picky eaters. As a child, I detested pancakes and figured out ways to push them around the plate, sneak them to the dog, etc. We were expected to eat every last bite on our plates.
We took one family vacation and stayed at a cabin by a lake in the middle of Nebraska. I woke up starving and the smell of the pancakes was actually quite wonderful. I sat down at the cabin table actually looking forward to the mound of pancakes. My mom had forgotten the Mrs. Butterworth so my dad found Dark Karo syrup at the local store. Gag. It was absolutely horrible but it is what he had grown up with out on the plains in a Nebraska sod house. I really missed and found a whole new appreciation for Mrs. B!
We still use Mrs Butterworth. I’ve tried the true maple syrups and they are tasty but I like the mapelly, mapelly, taste, buttery, buttery taste, Delicious, Mrs Butterworth better. (You have to be old to remember that jingle)