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Last Sunday I made French toast for the guys, with one of the bottles of maple syrup I brought. They liked it, though they mostly thought the syrup was too sweet. (They tried to put way too much on - sauces here are really more like soups that you plunk a big ball o’ starch in, so I think they thought that’s how maple syrup worked, too.) Telling them all about how maple syrup is made and where it comes from made me all homesick, but in a cozy sort of way. So Frog, you can tell Wayne that his maple syrup made it all the way to Ghana!