Monday, March 26, 2012

All the maple syrup that we can eat




I came home from picking the girls up from school last Friday to find this on my porch. The local  farmer, one of the last remaining ones in our village, tapped some of the sugar maple trees on my father's land that surrounds our house.

I remember the farmer asking, way back when, if we would prefer to be compensated with cash or syrup. I think I made the right decision.

Five gallons of Grade-A Medium Vermont Pure Maple Syrup. It's like getting five free tanks of gas.
But much, much sweeter.

And it reminds me of one of my favorite childhood picture books, Little Runner of the Long House, about a little native American boy who tricks his mother into giving him things which he can "trade for wampum to trade for all the maple sugar he can eat."

This will be our wampum, and we won't trade it for anything.


9 comments:

DQ Mountain Girl said...

definitely the right decision! We just finished reading "Miracle On Maple Hill" and now want to visit a maple farm.... lucky you!

Kingsmom said...

Holy syrup batman...that's like liquid gold!

BTW...I just met someone from Wallingford VT, anywhere close?

Betsy said...

Kingsmom: Very close. As a crow flies, of course. Windy roads around here.

Robin said...

I just read an article in Sunday's Washington Post about spring "sugar shacks" in and around Montreal, and I've been reading Louise Penny's mystery series set in Quebec. All of that has made me very interested in that part of the world, both the U.S. Northeast and our Canadian neighbors. The gallons of syrup are a nice visual complement to what I've been reading! Yum.

Laree said...

Growing up my Dad raised bees. After the second winter in a row where bears broke in and ate them all (!), he sold off his stuff. He sold it to a guy down the street for $50 and a 5 gallon bucket of honey every year for 5 years.

It ROCKED!!!

Seamingly Sarah said...

i grew up on a dairy farm in northern vt that also sugared. i can still taste the hot, metallic, mineral taste of sweet syrup straight out of the canner. we'd pour it into cups and dunk plain raised donuts in it, and when no one was looking we'd drink it straight out of the cup. like hot lava down my throat. i loved it (and still do)!

Emma said...

oooh yum! I'm jealous. we don't get real maple syrup here unless we pay a great deal for it. A few years ago a friend who lives in upstate NY visited and brought some Vermont maple syrup with her. I was very sparing with it and was so sad when it all went! If you ever make it to Australia may I put in an order? ;)

kathy said...

While I love the excitement of the beginning of sugaring season, by the end of it I am tired of having to wash the stuff off of jackets, pants, boots, and car seats every time we come home from the sugar house...I have plenty of good recipes if you need any!

tinsenpup said...

LOL! Awesome. Definitely the right decision.