#log cabin syrup

[grundoonmgnx]

Noah Verrier, Eggo Waffles, 2022

[goshyesvintageads]

General Foods Corp, 1940

[fruitcage]

[leaves-and-spines]

1914 Log Cabin Maple Syrup Advertisement

[cerealkiller740]

1962 Log Cabin Syrup

[dandyads]

Log Cabin Syrup, 1971

[vampslxsher]

I remember my mom once telling me all syrups taste the same when I complained about having to use 2 different syrup brands on waffles bc we ran out of the first. And I was like noooo I can literally taste/see the difference. I still hate doing that btw which is why there's like a smidge of mrs. buttersworth in the pantry until I finish aunt jemima.

[oldfangledvintage]

1987 Log Cabin maple syrup containers

[joligarcon]

the worst thing about being a canadian citizen besides the like, general embarrassment that comes with it because canada is one of the cringiest places on earth, is people from outside the country constantly mistake you for a usamerican a.k.a a citizen of the only nation on par with canada in terms of cringiness

[the1920sinpictures]

November, 1919 Ad for Log Cabin Syrup. From America in the 1910's, FB.

[adminbryantsaki]

Vanilla

Alpha! Werewolf! Shouta x Omega! reader Aftercare (I do not own My Hero Academia or the characters within. Anything associated with that fandom belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: mention of past sex scenes, Omegaverse shenanigans

WC: 1,003

You stretched out from under your blankets and snuggled back under the covers, taking in the faint scent of vanilla and orange coming from the other areas of the log cabin that overlooked the lake out in your backyard, urging your sore and aching body out of bed, gingerly putting your weight onto your legs, and walking slowly out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where you found your Alpha making waffles for you and himself. He looked over and smiled when he saw your sleeping form enter the kitchen. “Good morning, Kitty. How did you sleep?” He asked as he pulled a waffle fresh from the iron and put it on a plate for you.

“I slept okay. I feel sore and achy though.” You told him as you slid into a chair and accepted the plate bearing a waffle that was heavily topped with whipped cream, butter, and syrup. You ate the waffle and sniffed around, smelling a candle that had been lit in the kitchen area. “You like that, baby? It’s vanilla, fig, and orange. I put another candle in the bathroom for when we take a bath together after you’ve eaten then we can cuddle on the couch. I lit the fireplace with tea tree, vanilla, and orange peel over some applewood logs that I chopped earlier this year.” He told you and you smiled as you were still sleepy. He chuckled, walking over to kiss your head before he finished making waffles with the remaining batter. You nodded and kicked your legs as you finished your waffle. Shouta gave you another one and you ate it happily. He smiled and put waffles into plastic bags, putting a couple bags into the fridge and the rest into the freezer. You finished your second waffle and slid off the chair, walking slowly around the counter and hugging Shouta from behind.

“Bath now please.” You asked as you bonked your head against his back gently. He chuckled and set the dishes to soak, turning around in your arms, picking you up with ease and carrying you to the bathroom. The scent changed as you got closer to the bathroom but not by much. The vanilla scent was still there but smells of cedar and sandalwood emitted from the bathroom. You smiled and let him set you on the counter as he filled the bathtub with water. Your eyes looked at the flames of the candle as they flickered until Shouta kissed your cheek and helped you into the warm water with you behind him. You relaxed into him and let yourself soak in the warmth of the water. Shouta dropped in a vanilla, sage, orange with a hint of sandalwood that complimented the candle that was still burning on the counter. You shifted and leaned into his chest as all the scents swirled around you, making you feel all warm, cozy, and safe.

The two of you soaked in the bathtub until the fizzling and scent of the bath bomb had faded and the water had run cold. You didn’t want to get out because you liked the feeling of the water over your skin. You moved of your Alpha’s lap to stay in the water longer but he got out and pulled a fluffy towel out of the dryer and held it open for you. You huffed and got out of the water hesitantly and walked into the towel. Your eyes widened when you felt how soft and warm it was. You nuzzled into the fabric and purred. “Let’s get you changed into something warm, alright?” He spoke and guided you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where he let you lay on the bed, still being all cozy and warm as he picked out some clothes for you, laying them next to you and leaving the room for a moment to get you changed.

Once you gave him a signal that you had changed into the clothes. He walked into the bedroom and carried you out to the living room where he had set up a makeshift den with his computer set up with a movie and the fireplace within view. You let out a purr and he set you down, watching you go into the den and get cozy under your blankets, taking in the tea tree, vanilla, applewood, and orange peel scent, wafting through the house and making you sink further into your feeling of warmth and safety.

You rolled over and buried your face into a pillow where you could smell your Alpha’s scent, still faint but still here in the fabric of the pillowcase, reminding you of the past year that you both had, spending each season here in the log cabin. You loved looking out the glass sliding doors at the surrounding forest and lake that was currently blanketed in a wonderful sheet of white as the world around you had been plunged into a deep and cold winter. You remembered each season being with your Alpha as his wolf-like instincts took over each time his rut came and he would ask you for assistance with his rut, which you agreed to every time. You shifted again in the den so you were able to see the screen of his laptop as the movie began. Shouta held you close and cuddled you as the movie played. “Thank you for all the care today, Shouta.” You told him. “You’re welcome, my love.” He told you and smiled as he put an arm around you, holding you close as the movie played. The End.

[originalaccountname]

adding those tags to Ito's post about where artists and writers come from reminded me of when I was 8 there was this contest we could enter through our school, we had to draw a winter/holiday-themed picture for a maple syrup company, then select our favourite one in class and the teacher would submit that one

I was THE artist of my class, the one known for her drawing skills among her piers, the one people would oooh and aaah at and request stuff to. I cared about colors and details. I drew the inside of a log cabin with a Christmas tree and colorful lights hung around the windows, with snow and icicles along the frames outside. I was real proud of that drawing.

Which is why I'm still extremely mad my classmates refused to vote for my entry because I colored the sky through the snowy windows blue and apparently "the sky isn't blue in winter"

[chaoticconstellation]

(Sorry if people ask a lot) But do you happen to remember Crumbl’s waffle cookie recipe? My partner loves them, and I’d like to surprise them + not give Crumbl my money

It’s the the chocolate chip cookie recipe sans the chips. add in 3 tbs vanilla and 1.5 tbs maple syrup—like not real syrup, the fake kind— and very important 1 tbls BUTTER emulsion (it’s basically an extract) with the eggs. roll the dough out into smooth balls, flatten the top then chill for 10 minutes. then you can cut in the waffle pattern. we had a press for this, but gently pressing with a butter knife should work fine. bake as normal.

the syrup is literally just pancake syrup, again not real maple syrup. like log cabin brand.

the “butter” butter cream is 2c salted butter, 1.5c powdered sugar beaten together.

good luck!

[therecipelibrary]

War time recipe booklet from General Foods 1943

It begins with an illustration of Victorianna and a letter to Uncle Sam from his 'Niece' pledging to do her best to get dinner on the table despite food shortages.

This was a fun read and included many war time tips to make meat, eggs and sugar stretch further.

It suggests adding cereals like grapenuts or bran flakes to tamales, hamburgers, meatloaf, casseroles, breads and pancakes. And, actually the pancakes would be very good with fruity or chocolate cereal.

It also features cake recipes with low or no sugar, subbing all the sugar for honey and or half for log cabin syrup.

The cakes and cookies feature one egg only and have a section on rendering your own chicken fat to sub for shortening.

The lunches and dinners encourage using less meat to really stretch those war time rations.

Another tip is mixing butter for sandwiches with gelatine to make it last longer, but concedes it is not meant to be cooked with.

Here are two featured recipes, one stretching a small amount of sausage with Grape-Nuts and the other a Jell-O dessert featuring postum.

I had not yet heard of postum and was grateful for the following passage explaining its usage. You can apparently still purchase this.

All in all a great little booklet and a fascinating glimpse into recipes and rationing during WW2.

[cerealkiller740]

1954 Log Cabin Syrup and Downy Flake Frozen Waffles

[hornedadvance]

Horned Advance

Halcyon Episode

This chapter is set during ACT 2 of the main story, but is not necessarily canon. It is recommended that you read through ACT 1 before reading this chapter.

Things had finally settled down for Palo. Her motley crew had finally found a spot of rest, happily putting their minds together to build what had come to be Camp Palo. A humble little fort village, bordered by log palisades and a thick wooden gate. They’d all given their piece to building what they had today, with Kagura doing the heavy lifting and Merry figuring out the logistics and hiring small-time craftsmen with the money she’d worked so hard to gather. The camp was nowhere near perfect, but the rag tag group paid no mind to it. Quinn said it just made it more ‘rustic and homely’, which Palo shrugged off as weird Quinn talk.

The sun was bright, the skies were clear and the breeze cool but to Palo it was just another day. Despite her aloof outlook though, the warmth while being surrounded by her friends comforted her in a way that she’d never felt before. Quinn had decided to make pancakes that morning, the sweet scent making its way to Palo’s nostrils as she laid out on the sundeck of the newly finished cabin they were now staying in. She knew Quinn would call when they were ready though, so Palo simply rested her eyes. For a moment things were peaceful. Then the loud crashing started again…

Recently Kagura had been training on the local forest. Notably on the forest. She’d been snapping trees in half with her fists for hours at a time, saying she was unsatisfied with her punch each time. She said that she was just gathering wood for the camp, but that excuse stopped working when the stockpile of logs started piling up faster than they could be used. In reality it was her fighting spirit motivating her to keep training in comically extreme ways, but the woods wouldn’t miss a few trees at the end of the day, so no one bothered to stop her. It ticked Palo off a little in all honesty, but eventually the noise stopped, leaving Palo to drift off into a warm afternoon nap.

She woke some time later, Quinn shaking her gently to wake her up. “C’mon Paly, it’s getting late. If you don’t get up, they’ll eat all the leftovers,” Said a pancake-scented Quinn. The sun had begun to hang over the western sky, twilight creeping up as the bright blue hue faded into night. Palo got up from her napping spot, satisfied but with a sore neck. She headed into the kitchen where Quinn had been toiling away all day, only to be greeted by the heavenly scent of a fresh bakery, with a spread of breads and sweet treats laid across the smooth stone counter top. “Here, I saved this one for you.” Quinn said with a smile, handing Palo a pancake with a cute cat pattern drawn on it in a trail of syrup. It’d been a while since she started making them, so this was surely made much later than the rest and surely just for Palo despite Quinn’s secrecy. “Thank you, Quinn. I mean it.” Said a bashful Palo, a warm smile set across her face.

After finishing her special pancake and getting ready for bed, Palo did one last circle of the camp, spying Merry in her business quarters, chatting to Grazie. The two were laughing over some exotic looking herbal tea, with Merry hunched over her trade journal and Grazie leaning back in a wooden chair with a smug look on her face. The two had been discussing the logistics of importing medical herbs and various other concoctions for some time, and it seemed like they were deep in the roots of it, Palo daring not to disturb them. They seemed happy, though. She thought it was nice to see.

Some time passed as Palo spoke with the returning Kagura and helped her lay out the logs she’d brought back, or whatever was left of them. The girl seemed proud of her monstrous strength, turning thick oak trees into paste and splinters on a regular basis; better yet, she pestered Palo to come with her to train, as if Palo would ever be on that level of destruction. Something about Kagura’s positivity had begun to rub off on Palo, and though she couldn’t see it herself those around her knew it to be true from the light within her own smile.

Just as Palo headed back to the cabin that housed the rooms of her and her companions, she spotted Io on the roof, gazing to the stars. She quietly climbed the ladder behind the building, setting herself down next to Io. “Say, Palo.” Io mumbled, quickly noticing her presence. “Do you ever feel like a little fish in a big sea? Like we’re just specks of dust on this impossibly massive world?” The girl spoke, an uncertain look in her eyes. “Well… I’ve always been a speck of dust, I think. I think I always will be.” Palo replied nonchalantly. “But that’s ok with me. I don’t want to be anything but dust… Being something bigger comes with responsibility, with debts and ties. I don’t want to be some puppet on someone’s string. I’m just happy to be dust. Dust with you guys… I don’t mind being dust together.” Io smiled, hearing Palo’s unusually earnest response. “Huh… I never thought of it that way. Maybe you’re right… Maybe being a speck isn’t so bad after all.” The two chuckled lightly at the sheer ridiculousness of their dusty conversation, before sitting and staring into the stars together. What Io saw in the stars that night, she never ended up telling anyone. Next to Palo though, she rethought what she saw, and how she’d been looking for it. The two headed off to bed after a bit, and the tranquil day came to a gentle, warm end.

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