That's what Toad says. I took that sap from those maple trees out in the woods, and I cooked it and cooked it and cooked it until it turned into syrup. He tasted it in several stages along the way: straight from the tree--like cold cold water with a hint of sugar, boiled about halfway--just turning slightly golden with a hint of maple flavor, and finished syrup licked off the spoon when I was done putting the syrup into canning jars.
No longer sweetened water, no longer a pale amber with the most subtle of syrup flavor, now a robust flavored and thick deep amber colored syrup. Ready for some pancakes.
collecting sap in buckets
full buckets waiting to be boiled
our rudimentary boiling set up
starting to turn color
nearly done;
moved to final boil pot on kitchen stove
ready for some pancakes!
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