Sunday, March 27, 2011
At the Sugar Shack
It is still brutally cold here - 18 degrees and such - but at the recommendation of friends we found a great sugar shack where we could A) watch maple sap getting boiled down and B) eat pancakes with yummy syrup.
The place was buzzing - it was a group seating, grab your own hot chocolate kind of place - perfect for a Sunday morning. The boiler was loud, but the steam was beautiful.
Fray demonstrated remarkable utensil skills and managed not to fling maple syrup on innocent bystanders. The Dogtor put a dollop of the good stuff in the center of her plate, cut her pancake and let her go. She plate cleaned. Woop.
...and also ate a weird sausage that came on the side of the plate. I tried not to watch. (although with the recent anemia I have, admittedly, tried turkey twice and the occasional bite of bacon. All for iron levels, you know.)
Probably the first of a new spring tradition.