“Tulips and snow in our front garden” / photo by Ross Dunn from the OttawaStart Flickr Group
Rose Simpson’s column appears every Tuesday morning on the OttawaStart Blog. She also blogs at Rose’s Cantina. You can read her previous columns here.
For the past week, I’ve had obsessive thoughts about maple syrup and honey.
Two weeks ago, I ran out of syrup and I’ve been waiting for the sap to start drooling out of the maple trees so I can buy a four gallon jug of the stuff. I refuse to buy the teeny tiny jars they’re selling at Farm Boy — the remnants of last year’s crop.
I’m spoiled, I’ll admit it.
I live in Ottawa. I’m not a damned tourist!
The snow is pretty enough. Beats walking the Black Bastard Finnigan in the freezing rain.
But I hate it.
I actually had to wear my spikes to get to the car yesterday. That’s never happened before.
And for the first time, perhaps ever, I’ve completely worn out a winter coat.
But there are signs that the drought of sweetness may soon be over.
Yesterday, the Creator — I’m calling God that now that Russell Crow disguised as Noah is calling her that — threw me a bone.
Too bad I just bought a honking big jar of the stuff at Farm Boy.
I promised her my business, though, so I’ve got to get busy making honey bran muffins.
What else can I make? I know! Baklava!
In any event, the Creator gave me a sign and I’m taking it.
— Rose Simpson
See also: Ottawa Maple Syrup Guide
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