As a boy, I used to help gather sap on my grandfathers farm. That was when they used to hang buckets from the trees. You would trudge through the snow and pour the sap into a big tank on a sledge. The men would boil down the sap in big boilers, cook hotdogs in the syrup and drink whiskey deep in to the night as they watch over the syrup. I can still smell the firewood and the maple syrup.
A most interesting memory. Thanks. I love the syrup but it acts like a laxative to me. Probably because I don’t eat it very often. It is the best. Real honey is pretty good too. Again, thanks for the story.
I can remember when I was a lad, in the south, they had
taps and buckets in pine trees to collect turpentine.
Nice memory! Did they give you your first sip of whisky? Maybe a tad added to a spoonful of syrup?
My dad used to cure my hiccups with some drops of whiskey in a spoonful of granulated sugar!