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.
4 comments:
Hi Anne,.... thanks so much for giving my blog a nod here,.. I appreciate it! You are sooooo right,.. nothing beats it fresh from the strainer. Mmmmm... good!
Sounds delishous! I'm trying to find some healthy muffin recipes using maple syrup mmmm!
I feel so grateful that you still love me despite my preference for Fake Syrup.
Ah, the pure joy of watching sap turn to syrup, and tasting it fresh at the end of its journey. Well, I remember as a youngster in school we would go visit sugarbushes as a class experience. Brought new meaning to "'field' trip." Yes, I think we all need a minute here...
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