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maple syrup season
I subscribed to a local newspaper, a physical paper that comes to the house, for the first time ever, and it's a decision that delights me. Even the ads delight me. If it weren't for the ads, I wouldn't have found out about a place nearby called the Strawbale Café (built with straw bales, but then plastered over), which, at this time of year, makes its own maple syrup.
We went for a visit this past weekend.
The bottom part of their evaporator dates from 1959.

Here is the main line, reaching up into the sugarbush. (Isn't that a great name for a stand of sugar maples?)

And here you can just about see the much thinner piping that goes to each tree. In the past, people would collect sap in buckets and then carry it somewhere to boil it down, but now they generally use piping like this.

When I used to tap maple trees, I gathered the sap in old milk jugs:

But back to the present: This apparatus pumps water back up the line at the end of the season to clean the lines and (somehow) help seal things off (I didn't really understand that part).

And here are the sap storage tanks.

Last but not least, inside the Strawbale Café, where everyone was enjoying fresh maple syrup on pancakes, and the manager was urging people to come back in the summer, when they have a much more extensive menu.

We went for a visit this past weekend.
The bottom part of their evaporator dates from 1959.

Here is the main line, reaching up into the sugarbush. (Isn't that a great name for a stand of sugar maples?)

And here you can just about see the much thinner piping that goes to each tree. In the past, people would collect sap in buckets and then carry it somewhere to boil it down, but now they generally use piping like this.

When I used to tap maple trees, I gathered the sap in old milk jugs:

But back to the present: This apparatus pumps water back up the line at the end of the season to clean the lines and (somehow) help seal things off (I didn't really understand that part).

And here are the sap storage tanks.

Last but not least, inside the Strawbale Café, where everyone was enjoying fresh maple syrup on pancakes, and the manager was urging people to come back in the summer, when they have a much more extensive menu.

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You KNOW I must ask how it was making your own maple syrup. :)
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The tapping part: we bought an electric drill that could take a 5/16ths drill bit--that's the size you make the holes. And a local farm supply store had the taps. In the olden days you'd let the sap drip from the tap into a bucket, and the buckets were usually covered with little roof-shaped lids to keep the snow and twigs out. What I did was use plastic piping to cover the dripping part of the tap and to go directly into a (cleaned-out) milk jug, through the lid (I cut a hole in the lid). Then, once a day, I'd go out with about six empty jugs, and I'd check to see how full the ones on the trees had gotten. If the jug was full, I'd replace it with an empty one. If it was partially full, I usually emptied it into one of the empty ones and then put it back on the tree. Then I'd lug what I'd collected home, stick it in the fridge, and in the evening do the boiling. (I don't have any sugar maples on my property, so I got permission to tap trees on the property of the New England Small Farms Institute, which is within walking distance. One year, though, I also tapped our red maple tree, since you can also boil down the sap from that.)
This entry has photos under a cut that document the process.
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reads and is fascinated Thank you for telling me! This is just so vivid and must have made you feel connected to thousands of years of tradition.
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And it can be done anywhere--if you have a sizable sugar maple near you, you could ask permission to tap it :-)
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It tastes slightly sweet--like ever-so-slightly-sweet water.
My "maple tapping" tag has reports from back in the days when I was doing it. this entry is apparently the first... it was from my second month on LJ, and coincidentally, it's the entry I referenced some weeks ago when I was talking about microseasons.
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Best of luck to Strawbale Cafe and their trees. It looks like a perfect place to get breakfast.
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If I visit Strawbale Cafe in the summer--and I intend to--I'll report on their summertime menu :-)
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