Today was my day to make waffles at the Matekmatikksenteret. I brought butter and maple syrup to complement the usual array of jellies, brun ost, and sour cream. I'm not sure my colleagues much cared for the flavor. "Tastes like burnt licorice," someone commented. I also had to instruct them as to the proper amount of syrup. They were being so modest, it was funny to me. "No, no, the syrup must be dripping over the edges everywhere!" I coached. "This is American, the goal is to maximize calories so you can chop down trees!"