@Fodderwing and
@crosscreekcooter
Cane syrup! If the Good Lord has a sweet tooth, this must be the result. Biscuits or pancakes (buttermilk please) and fresh pan or link sausage from Jones’ Meats in Climax Ga would be my last meal if I were a condemned man. Heck, keeping with the theme of the thread, a little syrup won’t hurt your grits, either.
When I was a boy, my granddaddy would ride us up to this old man’ place near the farm where he ground cane and made syrup. Granddad would always make a point to go when he first started grinding and buy a couple of mason jars full of cold cane juice. It was too sweet for me to enjoy, but he’d guzzle it. Told me that this was one of the few sweet treats he got during the year when he was growing up.
We went through some cane syrup. Had it every time we ate breakfast. Used to enjoy it with salt fish, too. Haven’t had that in years. Best tater pie I ever had was made by an old black lady who used cane syrup in it. It’s funny watching a tenderfoot that grew up on Aunt Jemima/maple syrup try it for the first time. If cane syrup is a good brown liquor, metaphorically speaking, maple has to be a Zima.
I miss seeing the old cane mills running during the late fall. Not many mules around these parts any more. Glad they use tractors or other mechanical means so we still have plenty. Sorry to go on, but it’s pretty soothing talking about the good life and things like syrup and biscuits that helped make it so.