’m one of those annoying people who doesn’t really have much of a sweet tooth—except when it comes to the amber sweetness and crumble of maple. You’ll forgive me if I don’t miss much about the brutal winters of western New York, where I lived for fifteen years, tromping in knee-high snow as I walked to campus to teach, almost sliding off
Maple Syrup
Nov 25, 2021
2 minutes
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