One of my best memories (and I’m lucky enough to have quite a few) of childhood was making syrup on our family farm.
To be honest, I don’t know how much ‘help’ that my sister and I were but we plodded through the woods in our snowsuits and gathered bucket after bucket of sap. We poured it into big milk cans, took it to our red barn evaporator on the hill and sat up there with our Aunt, CBC radio and a succession of farm dogs (all golden labs).
We don’t make syrup on the farm anymore but I wanted small one to experience some of what I did.
So, we tapped the trees in our city neighbourhood and we’ve been making our own for weeks now.
If you’ve been on instagram, you’ve see small one drinking right from the spout, gathering her Easter treats…
and seeing our haul.