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Cabane a Sucre

Philippe and Laurel were in town this weekend and we spent a gorgeous morning at the Ti-Mousse sugar bush in Papineauville. An all-you-can-eat breakfast was on tap which included ham, potatoes, eggs, home-made preserves, "oreilles-de-christ" and , of course, pancakes and maple syrup.
There appeared to be some mixed reactions over breakfast. Some seemed more excited than others...
There was an interesting collection of antique wood-cutting implements in the room where the maple sap is boiled...
And you don't go to the sugar bush without trying some "tire sur la neige"...
But it was hard for me to figure out what was the sweetest; the "tire sur la neige" or...

Book: Memoirs by Brian Mulroney
Music: The Best of... The Texas Tornados

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