Figurative (and literal) sweetness

At the beginning of this year, I decided that I wanted to become more consistent in my culinary efforts and endeavors.  I’m a decent cook, but I lack motivation to make ‘composed’ meals with a lot of different components, or to try a whole bunch of new recipes.  Yet, when I do attempt to create new dishes, I generally have some fun with the experimentation – and I always learn something (which is super-fun for me in-and-of itself; I simply adore learning.  Geeky, but so true.).  Anyway, to hold myself accountable to attempting at least one new meal every week, I started a recipe blog, and stated that I would post a recipe every Sunday.  And once I make a promise in public, it’s a done deal.

This past weekend, I made a dish that called for some pancake syrup.  I don’t eat syrup very often, so I opened a new bottle specifically for this recipe.  As I peeled back the plastic safety seal covering the neck of the container, I noticed a tricky little opening in the cap.  Have a look for yourself:

Hi there!

Once again, clever products delight me!  It really is the small things in life…  🙂

Stef