Make note to self: Put sticky things in bottles on the BOTTOM shelf.

DOH! Why didn't I think of that?? Especially when you consider that this has happened to me once before (albeit in my defense, NOT at this house)... :P

I have no clue what blackstrap molasses is/are.. but your extensive description tells me it's something very sticky and ughy, and not really something that is fun to clean up! Good luck and uhh the "note to self" from IdahoSwede sounds like a plan heh. One for me as well btw..

Oh no!!!!! Sounds like a job for seriously hot water. And you shouldn't need to worry about the stuff on the floor - you could borrow Gus! He'd happily help you 'clean it up'!

I hope it doesn't ruin your mood. *big hug* I wonder why it broke? I will hide my envy at the fact you HAVE a pantry! Now I have pantry-envy. *hee*

Thank god we get really hot water right out of the tap. I've got the puddle nearly dealt with and some of the jars, but the rest will have to wait until this evening. *rolls eyes*

Sunday morning fun for the kids! ;)

I feel your pain.

ahhhh!! what a pain!!

Oh Liz, I meant to tell you that when I was getting out the coffee filter papers from that big cupboard next to the fridge on Thanksgiving, a big bottle of black stuff tipped over. Hope it didn't make a mess.

*running away quickly*

*chases you down and smothers you in syrup*

Kinky!

I didn't know you felt like THAT about me :)

The only problem being that blackstrap isn't lickable, it takes BOILING HOT WATER to get it off!

Stick Frolics in it and we'll let Lambi clean it up with her sandpaper tongue.

I had some potatoes in the top basket. Unbeknownst to me, the ekky smell I kept noticing but couldn't find was one of the potatoes going rotton up there. Drip drip drip rotten potato juice down through everything for WAY longer than I want to admit.

OH GROSS!! Pee-u! (realizing I don't know how to spell that...peeyu? phew?) You're right, that is pretty bad, at least molasses doesn't smell like anything!

Oh yuck! That sounds exactly like something I would do. In fact, I did something similiar with olive oil the other day, but at least that's easier to clean up. Good luck!

Well, at least you didn't drown in it.

OHAHAHAHAHAHA! *blub blub* sorry!! that was awful, but man, you made made me laugh!

It's good to have perspective :)

It's good that you don't have any pets now. Molasses with animal hair stuck in it - YUM.
It must be international sticky week. Trevor's mom somehow punctured a 7-Up can and it sprayed all over. Kitchen's clean now, but we haven't checked the state of her chair yet.

Before I look at them, I have to say I'm AMAZED that twenty people have commented on this thoroughly yukky and yet wonderfully normal thing to have happened. Twenty. Wow.

AFTER having looked at them, I'm charmed. Learned something new about drowning in molasses. Heard about other similar disasters, with plenty of references to pets. I tried the other day to explain molasses to someone in Nepal...in conjunction with the expression "slow as molasses," I think. Sometimes, The Universe decides it is time to suspend the rest of your life for awhile. Molasses works, I guess, huh?

LOL :) Remember, some of those comments are MY answers, so it's not that twenty people have commented on this post, exactly :) Don't they use any kind of syrup in Nepal for baking? They have a light syrup they use here in Sweden, but nothing as dark as blackstrap.

I don't know about the rest of Nepal, but the family I stayed with used the oven of the stove for storing pots and pans. They don't bake at all. They don't have baked bread, except what the entrepreneurs have taken up to serve the foreign market. They have chappatis or roti, which is like tortillas, cooked on dry skillets on the stove-top burner. Now that I think about it, the farming family I lived with had no baking facilities at all.

I don't think there was much sugar of any kind. There was a shortage while I was there because of Divali being a time of what THEY call sweets, which weren't very sweet to me, not compared to chocolates and candy. They don't eat chocolate, by the way, except as a Westernized treat, like going out for Chinese food.

It's a very rice and lentils and vegetable curries culture. In fact, out in the mountain villages, people have corn meal mush (or to give it the fancy European name, polenta) and rice is considered a grand luxury. The poor eat a lot of potatoes along with their rice or corn meal mush.

That's really interesting. We were talking with a woman from Malaysia the other day, and they apparently don't bake either. Their sweets are all concocted in other ways.

This post put me in mind of the vague memory picture from many many years ago... walking into a friend's kitchen to find her in the middle of a puddle of honey, gallon jar, just home from the store, broken at her feet.

And another one... bulk honey at the natural food store, where the customer had walked away from their jar while it was filling, and forgot to go back...eeekkk! (but no one drowned!)

I wonder how they compare in stickiness/hard-to-clean-upness, but I sure hope I never find out! :D