This weekend past, I was invited to a family event in rural Québec—an outing at a sugar shack, or a “cabane à sucre,” in French. It reminded me of when my parents decided to tap the tree in front of our house and boil it down to syrup. The house smelled of maple syrup for weeks!
Anyway, here in Québec, these guys actually built a shed out in the country so that they don’t have to deal with it in their kitchen.
Something that we didn’t do when we made maple syrup, is making de la tire, or maple taffy on the snow.