Better to Laugh

Well, last night’s dinner was a total flop.  I was craving pancakes.  I know, they are not the greatest nutrition choice, but I really wanted them.  First, the Bisquick expiration date said “Better if used by January 2010.”  I figured since it didn’t say “Use by,” and hadn’t even been opened yet, that it would be okay.  Wrong!  The pancakes tasted like they were made with paste.  I tried one with butter and syrup, one with blueberries in them, and one with peanut butter and syrup.  They still tasted like paste.  Then, the pan with the pre-cooked sausage links was full of grease.  They have never gotten greasy like that in the past.  My husband’s pure maple syrup bottle had about a tablespoon in it, so Terry decided to try the huckleberry syrup that we brought back from Montana a year and a half ago.  It was still full on the pantry shelf, but I asked him if it was still sealed, just to be safe.  Nope, somebody had opened it, pulled off the seal, smelled it, put the cap back on, and left it on the shelf.  I am taking a not so wild guess that it was one of our curious boys.  Terry decided to try it anyway.  I sniffed it; it smelled like wine.  His face told me that it probably tasted like wine.  He dumped the pancakes and had a bowl of cereal.  I won’t crave pancakes again for a long while.