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I grew up in a Log Cabin household. Then I discovered the dark, gooey richness of Karo Dark. Ah, the memories, which are probably far sweeter than the syrup.
I now stick to the real deal. I have at least three different kinds between the fridge and the cabinets right now, including a lovely jar (not bottle) of Amish Made Grade B Dark, that I picked up at the Central Market in Lancaster. That is some awesome syrup. Man. Now I want to make pancakes right away.
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