I squeezed out the last of the maple syrup into my cereal. The bottom of the bottle was hard with syrup. So I filled the bottle with hot water and when I dumped it in the sink, out came a crystal.
Small, only half an inch round, the cluster of maple syrup was as clear as, well, a crystal.
I had never seen or heard of such a thing. I though it might melt. So I quickly took a picture of it, but when I saw it wasn’t getting any smaller, I put it in my bowl of cereal to sweeten it.
But even then it didn’t dissolve. It came up in a spoonful of bran and milk, and I didn’t dare eat it.
Now the maple syrup crystal is on the kitchen windowsill keeping the Ganesha statue I got in India company.
Since eating it didn’t feel like an option, it seemed making it an offering was the best use of the crystal.