syrup saga, pt. ii

Well we returned to the scene of the crime aka the Grove for breakfast. 
The special of the day was peach pancakes.

We inquired with Larry about the missing syrup container and apparently
it had shown up on someone's Facebook page (yay technology) weeks after
the syrup theft incident.

Everyone appeared in good spirits though and seemed to have gotten over the syrup thievery!

chillie..

Well, according to our local tv station it is colder here today than in Anchorage, Alaska.  Yay
for this arctic plunge or polar vortex, whatever they are calling it.

suggestion or else the least subtle hint-dropping parent...

An oddly specific fortune reveals one parent's desire...

"You could make a name for yourself in the field of medicine."

from a recent Chinese food dinner (fortune cookie's prediction or ...wishful thinking?)

special prize...

There should be a special category of creative misspellings, solely reserved for
incorrect words used on signs/sign boards for houses of worship.
Unfortunately I don't have photographic evidence of this but there was a sign
outside a local church advertising the upcoming sermon about our "savivor"
Oddly (and amusingly) enough, on the OPPOSITE side, the word was spelled correctly?
So, either two different people assembled the sign or one person who had selective spelling
problems?

How odd!

corn country

Seen on the gas pump:  an advertisement for a dating service for farmers...

wishes

I wish there was a drive-thru bagel shop.
For those days when it's 13 deg. out and you don't want to get
out of your car again but you want a bagel.

Just like home, you don't always get what you want...

That is the motto at the local diner...
During breakfast today (home of the "giant" pancake) at the local diner, a great mystery ensued.
It seems there was quite a sticky situation created by the mystery of the syrup that could not be located.  Apparently at this diner, which has all of about 6 tables + counter seats, each table should have one large bottle of maple syrup (the real stuff too).  We were sitting at the counter and I noticed one of the young waitresses whispering furtively to the owner (Larry).  Then Larry started eyeballing the tables and came out from behind the counter, bent down, and looked under a table, to the surprise of the customers.  Soon the story came out, a bottle of that syrup was missing and unaccounted for.
Had it been misplaced?  Had a sticky-fingered customer purposely walked off with it?  Seems like it would be awfully hard to conceal such a large syrup bottle unnoticed.

The mystery remains...after trying valiantly to finish off my strawberry rhubarb pancake, and settling our bill, the syrup still hadn't been located...

the mystery continues...