There's a town in Somerset County, PA which was kept afloat by sugar camps when the coke and coal industry dried up. They have a Maple Festival every year, right when the sap's running. It's a real treat, with several camps in the area offering samples, providing demonstrations, and selling tasty stuff. I found it particularly handy since maple sugar is one of Twelvety Homestead's exports.
My sister has worked at Century Village Museum in Geauga County Ohio. The nearby town square has the oldest (I believe) maple festival in the states held at the Geauga County fairgrounds. I always stop by their store when I go to visit her.
And maple in coffee? Better than pumpkin spice, lol.
In my growing up years, classroom instruction made more of our connection with farming and "harvesting from nature." That usually included a yearly reminder of "maple sap season" and the "sugaring off" that led to syrup. Always wanted to be a part of that, but I was a city boy and the nearest harvestable maple was miles to the North. Or so I was told. On the other hand, there was lots of local Wisconsin product to cover Mom's pancakes and waffles. Glorious stuff.
There's a town in Somerset County, PA which was kept afloat by sugar camps when the coke and coal industry dried up. They have a Maple Festival every year, right when the sap's running. It's a real treat, with several camps in the area offering samples, providing demonstrations, and selling tasty stuff. I found it particularly handy since maple sugar is one of Twelvety Homestead's exports.
My sister has worked at Century Village Museum in Geauga County Ohio. The nearby town square has the oldest (I believe) maple festival in the states held at the Geauga County fairgrounds. I always stop by their store when I go to visit her.
And maple in coffee? Better than pumpkin spice, lol.
In my growing up years, classroom instruction made more of our connection with farming and "harvesting from nature." That usually included a yearly reminder of "maple sap season" and the "sugaring off" that led to syrup. Always wanted to be a part of that, but I was a city boy and the nearest harvestable maple was miles to the North. Or so I was told. On the other hand, there was lots of local Wisconsin product to cover Mom's pancakes and waffles. Glorious stuff.
"Maple sugar isn't a spice!"
"Not with that attitude..."