Some women prefer men with dark hair and foreboding looks; some women prefer rippling muscles or sartorial splendor. Me? Give me a man bearing hot, freshly made maple syrup.
We (by which I mean Bob) were up at The Lake on Saturday boiling down the copious amount of sap the trees so graciously donated to our breakfast table. I'm tending to a whining Baby M and here comes The Husband with tiny glass in hand, bringing me a taste of the first run. Now, I wouldn't say that I'm a bad mother, but a girl's gotta have her priorities. Baby M? Who? Helloooo golden goodness! Maple Syrup is good any time of year, but minutes out of the evaporator, seconds out of the strainer? Less than 24 hours out of the tree itself? Mmmmmmm....... I'm going to need a minute here.
If you haven't witnessed or participated in the making of maple syrup, head on over to Cedar's Adirondack View for some good pictures of the process.