For the past three days, the kitchen at my office has been overwhelmed by a strong aroma of molasses.
No one has ‘fessed up to eating waffles or pancakes, or syrup in any of its forms, but the molasses smell remains.
Then I read that today is the anniversary of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919!
Now granted, it took place in Boston’s North End. And I’ve never thought of food as having a spirit life. But…
I’m pretty sure the molasses ghosts are in our kitchen.