The End of the World Is Nigh

I went to a Super Harris-Teeter food store in the flatlands today to pick up a few items. After an exhaustive search of the acres and acres of floorspace, I finally asked a clerk where I might find the molasses. Blank stare. My quess is that the lad had never heard of molasses before I asked. So, I find an assistant manager. "Well, if we got any it will be over with the jams and jellies. So I go over to the jams and jellies and find hundreds of jams and jellies from around the globe and peanut butter and almond butter and everything sweet you can imagine ... except molasses.

Time for me to head to the hills, folks, because the end of the world is nigh.

What do them Yankees eat with their Martha White buttermilk biscuits?