Our friend of many years finely had us over for dinner--he is the one that cooks the sap for us and we split the syrup 50/50. Being a farmer like us a good idea like sharing a meal in the evening always seems to slip by as the years roll on until one day it happens--and that night was yesterday.
As the white gas lamps lit the house the little ones played contently with the simplest of objects and lots of imagination. The fellas conversation always fell into vegetables, hogs, butchering, bees, syrup and cutting ice on the pond for summer, plus the most important subject of all times in the history of humans fishing--but if another topic came up other than the type of farming the four of us do it quickly changed back to our passion--pretty much everything else is boring and not worth a discussion sometimes a mention, but not a conversation. The gals where in the other room, perhaps talking politics or world domination--who knows.
Now I get to the good part--dinner. Never in all my time have I ever thought of having what was served, but it really was good and do try it. We had waffles with home made hand cranked ice cream on top, ladled with warm maple syrup also a scoop of blended berries. And scrambled eggs--it doesn't sound like much but it sure was good.
May God bless you