You know it’s spring when the sap starts to run in the Maple trees.
Growing up my family always gathered sap, boiled it down outside and bottled our own maple syrup.
Now my parents are making it again after a long hiatus and my sister and her family are carrying on the tradition.
No maple syrup compares to the kind that is boiled down over an open fire outside…. with a beautiful family member tending to it, sometimes until it’s late in the night.
It’s smokey tasting and each bottle is a little bit different from the last…perfect!