Michael wants to make more bourbon balls. Apparently the fact that our kitchen cart is groaning under the weight of their alcoholic goodness isn’t enough. He needs MORE!

So I needed to pick up corn syrup. I walked up and down the baking aisle three time, and couldn’t find it. I found honey and white sugar and brown sugar and artificial sweetener, but no corn syrup. And I couldn’t come up with a plausible alternative. I don’t think honey would work very well, and I don’t feel like cooking down sugar water into a syrup, because I don’t think standing over a stove stirring sugar water sounds like a lot of fun.

So I walked back to the fruit and juice aisle. Nothing. Nor was it in the cookie and milk aisle.

So I walked back to the only aisle I hadn’t traversed, the bread and cereal aisle. There it was, next to pancake syrup, which confused me until I realized that there must be people out there who eat corn syrup on pancakes and such.

(shudder)

It was then that I realized that I’m becoming a food snob.

If I’m going to have pancakes, I’m going to make them from scratch, and if I’m going to go to all that trouble, I want maple syrup. If I’m going to bake something then I want fresh ingredients, good chocolate, and Madagascar Bourbon vanilla.

Now if only I felt the same way about making dinner…