Sticky Fingers – With Apologies to Edward Gorey
It was a cold snowy day when Basil and Una went for a drive,
It was just the type of day that made you happy to be alive.
Basil had not wanted to make the journey to the house of sweet treats,
But Una had insisted, as she had heard it was quite neat.
Una was fascinated with the pioneer tales of yesteryear,
And had heard that magic lurked in the woods not far from there.
Una was fascinated to see if these tales of golden sweet sticky syrup were true,
She had heard that magic poured from trees and her imagination flew.
Una and Basil were hungry as they impatiently tapped their fingers,
Waiting for their delicious sweet treat to arrive without delays or lingers.
As a kind woman made their pancakes in a large vessel,
Basil told Una that he was so hungry she’d better watch her Sugar Bush Special.
Their pancakes were placed on the table with the utmost of great care,
Basil ate BOTH their meals quickly and Una gave him the darkest stare.
Suddenly Basil disappeared and was nowhere to be found,
He was not outside by the sap feeders and there was nary a sound.
The llamas giggled next to the sheep,
They had seen Basil but were not making a peep.
There were no footsteps in the snow where Basil might have been,
It was so quiet and peaceful you could not hear the drop of a pin.
There was no trace of Basil hiding behind the wood,
He was nowhere, yet we saw a piece of his hood.
All of a sudden from the depths of the earth came an fat orange-coloured cat,
He giggled and smiled and said, “I know where Basil is at!”
“Basil was greedy”, said the very clever cat.
“He’s gone forever no matter how warm that chair is where he sat!”
The moral of this story is not to have eyes bigger that your tummy,
Basil got what he deserved and his fate wasn’t funny.
Just look carefully in that steaming boiling vat,
That was the very last place where Basil was seen at.
You see Una was mad because he stole her sticky sweet treat,
She was last seen giggling and kicking up her delicate size 9 feet.
The other moral of this story is not to steal someone’s food,
Just ask Uma who decided Basils’ fate in one dreadful mood.
Some say the remains of Basil lies in that black pot,
And all that is left of him is his Ottawa Senators hat.
Basil is no more – he is no longer on the map,
No more Sugar Bush Specials as he is now nothing but sap.
Basil and Uma – My son Sky Seccaspina and daughter-in-law Carolyn Creighton who kindly took us for Sunday breakfast. It was delicious!
Photos by Linda Seccaspina
Shot at: Wheelers Pancake House and Sugar
Camp, Lanark Highlands, Ontario, Canada
Their huge pancakes are made from scratch!
Every night the dry portion of the ingredients are mixed together. When we are ready for fresh batter, the wet ingredients (including farm fresh local eggs) are added… After a couple of flips, the big, fluffy pancakes are headed to your table! And they also have gluten-free ones!!
Homemade Maple Sausages
Our Famous 100% lean pork sausages are made right here. We mix in seasonings and our own maple syrup to create this one-of-a-kind maple sausage.