Hardship.

After what seems like months of watching people stare forlornly at the empty squeeze bottle, and saying I was going to do something about it but not getting around to it, I finally — yesterday — made it to the co-op and bought THREE QUARTS of real Grade B maple syrup from the bulk bins.

I would have bought more but I couldn't find any more clean Mason jars.

This morning there was much rejoicing.

As God is my witness, I will never go pancake-less again.