homemade date syrup

August 1, 2011

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What did you call dating when you were younger?

Me? Thanks for asking — I called it “going out”. When a boy asked a girl to “be his girlfriend” (usually via a note passed through a best friend), that was called going out. Which is funny — because we usually didn’t go anywhere. Wow, I sound like my mother.

Which makes me wonder what kids these days do to ask each other out. Facebook message? Text? IM? Are the old passing notes in junior high days over? If so, I’m sad for this generation.

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Actual dates were a different story. While I had a lot of boyfriends in junior high and high school, my first “official date” was not until the end of my sophomore year of high school. My second semester of my sophomore year, I took Drama as an elective. I loved that class, and one of the most fun aspects of it was that it was a Sophomore-Senior class, which meant I got to bat my eyes at older boys (so kidding — I was so shy around boys). I was single at the time (obviously), and there was this senior who always talked to me in class.

To tell you the truth, I wasn’t really into him. In fact, I don’t even remember his name now. Erick? Aaron? Jake? I don’t remember — and really, that’s not the point. The point is that he asked me out… on a date — a real date! IN PERSON! Which meant that I obviously had to say yes. Along with my shyness, I also had this intense fear of peoples’ feelings being hurt. Just ask the Husband — I have gotten over that fear as of late.

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So the “boy who shall remain nameless” (because I forgot his name) asked me out for a Sunday afternoon date right before finals at the end of the year. That should have set me off immediately — Sunday afternoon? What are we — 80? Needless to say, we were off with the senior citizens to Cozi for a dessert for two: S’mores.

He came to my house, picked me up (in a car no less! Without his mom driving — big step here) and off we went to Cozi for our romantic $7.00 dessert. We found a table for two, and unfortunately the Mariachi band serenading people wasn’t there that day… Rats. I couldn’t tell you what we talked about, as I was far too involved in toasting the perfect marshmallow instead of listening to “boy who shall remain nameless” speak. Mainly because all he was talking about was himself, and well… what kind of girl enjoys that? Not this one.

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The real deal breaker, of course, was when he asked me if I wanted to go play some DDR (Dance Dance Revolution) with him at the arcade after our S’mores. Um, no thank you… I don’t want s’more of this date please. Instead, I lied — I told him I had to go home because my mom wanted me to study for my final the following day. In reality, I was a good student and my mom never checked up on my study habits.

As heartbroken as he looked, I stood my ground and told him I needed to go home. So off we went, in his car (which was looking uglier by the second), and of course… he took the longest route home. There is a large main road in my town (and the neighboring towns) that was under construction at the time. It took almost triple the time it would have taken if we would have driven on the back roads. When I told him he could have taken a different way (as we were sitting in stand still traffic), he looked at me with a glint of crazy in his eyes and told me, “I know — I just wanted to spend more time with you.”

Um, gag me. And get me home. Why did my mom let me drive in a car with a boy when I was 15? Bad parenting right there.

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Homemade Date Syrup (makes approximately 2 cups)

  • 10 dates, pitted
  • 1 and 3/4 cups water
  • 1 tbsp. lemon juice
  • 1 tsp. vanilla extract

Directions: Place the dates, water, lemon juice, and vanilla in a high powered blender and soak for approximately 10 minutes. Puree until smooth (1-2 minutes). Store refrigerated in an airtight container for 2-3 weeks.

*Date syrup can be used in place of agave, honey, or other sweeteners*

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The kicker of this entire story?

I never spoke to that boy again.

Not even in Drama class the next day.

Awkward.

Question: What was the absolute WORST date you have ever had? Make me laugh people.

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