Being originally from New England, I grew up a complete maple syrup snob. I loved pure maple syrup. Actually, one Spring my mom completely underestimated my love of maple syrup. Our neighbor, a proud self-proclaimed hippy named Tom, gave my dad a maple sap tap and bucket and told him it would be a lot of fun for me to make my own maple syrup that year as I had kind of adhered myself to Tom to watch how he did it on his trees. My dad, never to turn down anything free, took it and set it up…
