The sun came out and warmed everything up, meaning I had a lot more becell-phoned people to bike around after months of auto-pilot on Madison’s bike paths. On the plus side, the maple syrup experiment is off to a promising start. W. reports the buckets are already sloshing.It’s W.’s project, as you know. He ID’d the trees back when they still had clothes on. And he bought the turkey fryer back in January, which I have not been able to convince him to use on turkeys as well as maple sap. I suspect he has secret vegetarian tendencies. He set it up today; it is a surprisingly complex gadget.
He also got a cordless drill from Wal-Mart this morning.
Does that make us Wal-Mart hippies? (Or bad people?)
I cannot disclose the location or ownership of our trees, though I quote the Massachusetts Maple Producers Association when I say, defensively, “Many trees have been tapped every year for well over a hundred years.”
But I will say we are glad the lid on the buckets fit tightly. Several curious passers-by already attempted to pry it off and peer inside. People! Please! It’s like 40:1, sap:syrup. You’re not going to be sticking your finger in pure maple syrup.