It is well and truly spring!
Despite all my best intentions, I did not end up starting my seeds over the weekend, as anticipated, although that is definitely in the plans for this week. What did we do instead? We belatedly hied ourselves to take care of a late-winter (ha!) tradition: a sugar shack brunch!
The day started off auspiciously with my spotting a bunny in the yard. The credit goes to our chubbiest huntress, who was peering with determined focus out the window. Happily our dog was occupied elsewhere in the house and wasn’t around the scare the hoppity visitor off while I went to fetch a camera.
After this happy omen, we drove (and drove, and drove) into the wilds of Quebec until we reached the sugar shack! There, we sat down to an extremely tasty (and syrup-drenched) meal. I put the camera away once we sat down at the table — totally off-topic, do you not love the aqua melmac tableware? squeee! — which was a wise decision in terms of keeping it free of food-stickiness, but it means that I didn’t take any pictures of the veritable feast (!) or of the amazing condiments provided.
You can sort of see them, peeking out from behind the napkin dispenser. Four mason jars of pickled beets, cucumber pickles, pickled red onions, and something JP described as “homemade ketchup” which was a chunky relish made of tomatoes, onions, pear and… some other stuff? I don’t know, but it was delicious. I heaped goodly amounts of all four on my plate alongside the pork cracklings (“Jesus ears”), ham and roast, homefries, omelette, baked beans, sugar pie and of course pancakes. Umm, and syrup. There was a lot of that on the plate too.
After that, we headed out to the cabin for maple taffy which, even though we get it every year, I’m always surprised by just how sweet it is. But so good. I’d like to think that my popsicle-stick-rolling technique is improving but, given that my taffy started oozing off the stick almost immediately, it probably isn’t. Clearly I need more practice…
Then, of course, there was the mandatory Petting Of The Sleigh Horsies (for scale, my hand could totally fit in that horse’s nostril; those were definitely work beasties!). Above that you can see The Boy with our Purchased Loot (…more maple taffy…). We wrapped the visit up with some chatting in the sunshine before heading home to collapse on the couch and groan for awhile.
An excellent St. Paddy’s day!