Maple Syrup

My childhood home had frequent visits from various relatives from northern New York State.  Often they brought a tan jug of pure maple syrup with them.  As prices increased and relatives moved, we received fewer jugs, and the ones we did receive became gold!

When Little Guy began liking the My First Little House books, I relished in reading "Sugar Snow" to him.  And was delighted that we were able to attend a maple syrup experience at the nature center this winter ... two hours of lessons, stories, tasting, crafting, learning, and actually tapping a maple tree!!!

A conversation in the post office let me know that some people around here tap their trees and boil the sap down to have a few gallons each year.  How intriguing!  Wish we had trees!

And then a post on a local online garage sale alerted me to a local family who was selling the syrup they had produced!  A few days later, I parked in their driveway and picked up my two glass jars from their porch and left my money behind.

Yum!!!!