Maple-syrupy

While hibernating, Little Bear spent most of his time dreaming about huge, fluffy, buttery, maple-syrupy pancakes.

It is time, after I take a long, hot shower then drench my taste buds with some maple-syrupy pancakes (Dennis has filled them with bananas, my favorite) to hear about Jackie’s evening.

He was slathered head-to-toe in maple syrup. […] “[…] When Loudmouth over there”—a maple-syrupy forefinger jabbed in my direction—“woke me up, I pushed the door wider to go outside and investigate.[…]”

Another way to astound your friends these days, Blake says, is to import your own freshly-smoked salmon from Nova Scotia. If your friends are Jewish, don’t expect them to be too terribly impressed. It may look like lox but it ain’t (it’s saltier and has a maple-syrupy taste).

The most common indication of maple syrup urine disease is a characteristic odor, a distinctive maple-syrupy odor of the urine and perspiration.

Another reader also touted the bacon, saying “the bacon was incredible—sort of a maple-syrupy taste—and the potatoes were spicy with caramelized onions.”

The females have a lemony, maple-syrupy smell; the males, which have more glands for scent marking, smell muskier.

Hockey Night in Canada: That’s right: “In” Canada. Because it’s “Our Game.” Because it’s what “We Do.” Because no one does it better, even if no one else much cares to. Because the U.S. may have the NHL, the Stanley Cup, the money, the majority of franchises, and Carrie Underwood and Hilary Duff, but we have Don Cherry in Edwardian shirt collars. / Chew on that, Uncle Sam. It’s the maple-syrupy taste of victory. / Sweet.