Quotes About Syrup

To make the syrup: "Sauté the garlic in oil for one minute, then add the other ingredients. Simmer and cook over low flame for five minutes, let cool. Strain into a glass jar, cover and refrigerate. Take one teaspoon per day.

A waffle is like a pancake with a syrup trap.

him. She'd poured him a cup of coffee when she'd heard his bathroom toilet flush, so he reached for the butter and syrup that were on the table and began slathering butter into every single hole in Kenzie's waffle, before smothering it in his own favorite original maple syrup.

I hesitated, pretending to weigh it up. "What's the deal in the bar?" "Ha ha ha." Someone had programmed a laugh into the robot. It sounded like a fat man drowning in syrup.

They agreed on four flavors of cake- vanilla, maple, orange, and coconut- to alternate, almost randomly, in twenty-one slim layers throughout the seven tiers beneath the one to be saved, the crown of coconut. A syrup infused with ginger would be brushed on the sponge beneath the icing.

ipecac syrup of happiness. There Lowell would be. With Harlow.

In summer the rich pond water was a vat of ripe simmering fruit, of varnish color: golden in the sun, holding like a rich syrup all the stock and plankton of the woods: loam-wealth, growth richness, leaf and sap goodness, the potlikker of the secret woods—all untouched and rare and gamy. There lolled fat, torpid, safe fish, bobbling languorously over in the thick piny syrup, bubbling their rubbery globules, like plump ripe fruit in their juices.

Soul is at home in the deep, shaded valleys. Heavy torpid flowers saturated with black grow there. The rivers flow like warm syrup. They empty into huge oceans of soul.

I am passionate about tea, running, the idea that we are bound only by the limits of our imaginations, and maple syrup.

way agave syrup went from a miracle sweetener to a dangerous substance.

So, what were you doing that was such a secret?" "Making moonshine." I stared. "You're kidding me." "Nope." "Moonshine? As in rednecks and brown jugs and prohibition?" Ida Belle drew herself up straight. "It hasn't been illegal in quite some time. We're hardly rednecks, and we put all of our moonshine into pretty pink cough syrup bottles.

Hope sold, of course, and well; it was the corn syrup of existence, fast burning and addictive.

I love syrup. Strawberry syrup.

I'm not from a maple producing area and so my maple syrup credentials are very much of the eating side.

Date syrup is a natural sweetener that has wonderful richness and treacly depth; I drizzle it over semolina porridge.

As a kid, I used to love going to the cabane a sucre in Montreal to go sugaring off with our school. Sleigh rides, hot maple syrup, pour that syrup on snow and you got yourself some taffy. Need I say more?

Simple syrup doesn't taste like anything.

I love roasted pecans. I'll make a sort of granola with the roasted pecans, turn that into a super nutty pie crust, and top that with apple-syrup pudding and top that with cooked custard and maple syrup.

If it's not 100 per cent pure maple syrup, it can't be called 'pure maple syrup.'

I love real maple syrup.

I just love maple syrup!

When I drink water, I put syrup in it.

Percy was eating a huge stack of blue pancakes (what was his deal with blue food?) while Annabeth chided him for pouring on too much syrup. "You're drowning them!" she complained. "Hey, I'm a Poseidon kid," he said. "I can't drown. And neither can my pancakes.

The satisfactions/of agreement are/immediate as sugar--/a melting of the/granular, a syrup/that lingers, shared/not singular./Many prefer it.