When I was a kid, my mother would do anything for me. I remember once when we were camping, she offered to cook my favorite breakfast - two eggs over easy - on the green Coleman camping stove. But, for me, it took two pieces of buttered toast to make the breakfast complete and we were without a toaster. So, my mom cooked up the eggs and set the bread on the stove to toast it for me. We laughed at the finished product, which was burned, toasted, and uncooked in a manner that made it look like the coat of a calico cat. The cold butter wouldn't spread well and she tore a few holes in the toast trying to do it.
Last weekend, my son wanted to help make homemade pancakes but, we didn't have any syrup. I thought of the calico toast and rummaged through our cabinets. A few years ago, my wife and I were avid readers of Cooking Light, which has many amazing recipes - all of which require at least one ingredient we didn't have at the time. As a result, we wound up with a lot of spices and vinegars and other such things we have used only once. One thing we still have is... corn syrup. I found it way back in the cabinet, cooked it up with some sugar, brown sugar, water and a little bit of vanilla. Voila! Pancake syrup.
As I often do, before I served it to him, I told him the story of the calico toast.