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Maple syrup brings back sweet memories.
As a child, my grandparents were the only people I knew that bought the “real” maple syrup. It came in the most beautiful tin container covered with Canadian scenery. I can still see it sitting in my grandparents’ pantry in an orderly fashion next to the many other treasured cans and jars on the shelf. It looked so big. Or maybe I was just so small?
I remember sitting at their 50’s style kitchen table with it’s shiny, chrome legs, waiting patiently for my grandmother to pour the smooth, rich, liquid candy on top of my pumpkin pie. That’s right, I said pumpkin pie. It was a tradition in our family or so I realized after mentioning it to many people throughout my life and getting the strangest looks. Trust me, it is delicious! We also used it as a topping on vanilla ice cream.
The tradition continues. Last spring, my son tapped one thousand maple trees on an organic farm near Peterborough. Eight months later, he finally came home. He was busy, you see…..busy making the best maple syrup I’ve ever tasted .
It is pure sweetness, bringing back old memories and making new ones.
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