A sweet family tradition

On a whim, I decided to tap our trees a few weeks ago. It turned out to be exactly the right time. Just a few days later, the sap started to run.

Making syrup was something Matt liked to do. I didn’t tap trees last spring, but this year I decided I wanted to share the experience with Ellie.

We also need to replenish our stash. Matt started making Ellie a waffle in the morning, and it’s still her breakfast of choice.

Ellie has been in on every part of syrup making so far. Drilling the trees, collecting the sap, eating the sap right from the tree.

As I strain the sap, she inspects the cloth for dirt. Then as it’s boiling in the pot, she calls, “Use the ‘mometer!” (Our first batch of syrup burnt when we were distracted watching Frozen.)

She holds the strainer as I pour the finished syrup into jars and then swipes her finger around the bottom of the pan to lick up the sweet drips left behind.

Syrup making became a fun tradition for Matt and me, and I’m having more fun carrying this on with Ellie.

Do you have any spring traditions in your family? What family traditions are you sharing with your kids?

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7 thoughts on “A sweet family tradition

  1. What a great experience for you to share! I would LOVE to do something like this, and it would have been amazing to do with my kids. My oldest grandson (age 7) and I read Little House in the Big Woods together, and his favourite chapter was the one where they sugared off. Later I bought some maple sugar for him to see what it tasted like. How cool to get something so delicious FROM A TREE.

      • You could also try the snow taffy, if you have any snow still. I think they boiled syrup to the soft-ball stage and then poured curlicues onto the snow. After it cooled, they wound it up on a spoon or a stick or something and ate it. It was apparently wonderful!

      • They sure are! Some of the material on Indigenous people needs to be taken in context now. I had to skip and/or reword certain passages for my grandson. It’s shocking (and good!) how much things have changed, even since I was a child, when that language was not even questioned.

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