The air around him sang with the aroma of grilling meat drenched in spicy barbecue sauce. He stood by his grill, unworried about all the wanna-be posers around him. He knew the dark tang of brandy and molasses would make his sauce a winner again this year, as it had for two years in the past.
The judges approached and he slapped a perfect . . .
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“I swear, girl, you’re slower than molasses in January.” Sarah stood, hands on hips, surveying my work. “We need to get these berries picked before the rain comes.” The sun had burned her nose; a streak of blackberry juice ran down her cheek, where she had swatted at a mosquito.
As smoke and fire lurched from under the sugar cane warehouse door Robin quickly turned to Bat Man yelling, “Holy molasses Bat Man – what are we going to do?” Bat Man seemed confused. With one hand firmly grasping his chin he pondered his situation and then within moments hollered back at Robin, “Quick, get back to the Batmobile and call 9-1-1!”
“You know where molasses comes from?” Sam watched me bite into a peanut butter and molasses sandwich, my favourite.
“Sugar? I was seven, three years younger than Sam and not nearly as mean.
“Nope. It’s made from moles—they’re like rats. Actually it’s made from their bums…mole-asses…get it?”
I took another bite of my sandwich. “Their bums taste good,” I said, “kind of like sugar”.
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Dead people are remembered for what they did or didn’t do. Better yet, for the food they cooked. After all these years, everyone still talks about Esther and her molasses cookies. At her funeral, a eulogy was made by her oldest grandson that poured out slow and deliberate like molasses.
“What’s this crap?” Betty asked. “Sulphered molasses?”
“You asked for molasses; I got molasses,” Bob replied.
“This stuff is no good – I need cooking molasses,” Betty explained.
“Why are there two types of molasses?” Bob complained.
“Sulphered molasses to tar and feather husbands; cooking molasses for everything else,” she replied.
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Thanks for the belly laugh!