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By
Carla Blackmar
Winter
comes early and stays late in Charleston, New Hampshire. Before
going up to visit my cousins there last last March, I was
warned to bring some serious boots, since the early spring
is "mud season" up North, as the melting snow-pack
gradually saturates the thawing earth and makes for a slippery,
goopy mess. As the mud begins to flow after the winter freeze,
so does the sap in the maple trees, which were planted throughout
the 19th and 20th centuries on the mountains edging NH's Connecticut
River. I had been invited up for a visit in this season of
limbo to witness a phenomena that I'd dreamed of seeing since
I was a child; the process of "sugaring off."
On
the drive up from the city, we were amazed by how much snow
remained on the sides of the roads in New Hampshire. The last
snowfall in Boston had melted away a week ago, giving us city
dwellers the impression that spring was well on the way. But
in New Hampshire the snow was only deeper as we went on, and
when we arrived at my cousin's home in Charleston, we found
it was still covered in a five foot embankment of glittering
whiteness. We were assured that appearances were deceiving,
though, and that though it looked like winter, we had arrived
on a day when the weather would be just right for sugaring.
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An old fashioned barrel tap outside the new sugar house at Wood's
Cider mill. |
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As
even San Diegans learn in elementary school, trees loose their
leaves in fall and become dormant for the winter months when
limited sunlight and freezing temperatures make the processes
of photosynthesis unprofitable for the tender deciduous leaves
of the maple. Then in spring, when the sun begins to return
and the temperatures are less forbidding, it the sugary blood
of the trees begins to rise up to the branches once again,
to provide energy to budding leaves which will soon be set
out to collect the abundance of summer light. It is, of course,
this sugary sap which can ultimately be made into sugar and
syrup. The best time for collecting the sap is when temperatures
during the day must have a springtime warmth, but the nighttime
temperatures dip back down into a wintry freeze, keeping the
sap running between the base of the tree and the branches,
and out the tap stick into the tree's wood.
It was
the Native Americans who first discovered the sugary potential
in the trees, and many bands would set up spring camps in
areas with an abundance of maple trees, spending the month
of March collecting sap from the trees and then boiling it
into powdered sugar which could be stored and traded. The
early European settlers learned this skill from the Native
Americans, and it soon became an important alternative to
imported sugar from the Caribbean. In the 19th century, Quakers
promoted the consumption of Maple sugar and syrup as a form
of economic protest against the slave economy on the sugar
plantations in the south. Though cane sugar and Maple sugar
were equally priced in New England through the late 1880s,
the maple sugar production process could not keep up with
the dropping prices of cane sugar through the 20th century.
More costly though it continues to be, Maple Syrup is still
in demand.
On this occasion, we visited the sugar house at Wood's Cider
Mill woodscidermill.com
near Springfield, Vermont, just across the state line. The
sugar house at this farm serves dual purposes, housing a press
where the fall's apple harvest is squeezed into cider, as
well as the large stainless steel evaporator where a wood
burning fire condenses the sap from the surrounding maple
trees into syrup. Now owned and managed by my cousin's hockey
buddy Willis Woods, who is the sixth generation in his family
to farm the property, developing a maple sugar business takes
some long-term commitment. It was only this past year that
some of the older maples were taken out of service and re-constituted
as a new Sugar House. Fifty years old at the time of cutting,
the trees had been planted by Wood's grandfather's cousin
who worked the farm before him.
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Sap is funneled through plastic tubing to a stainless steel
evaporator, which is fueled by a wood burning furance.
>> The Evaporator
concentrates the sap into a syrup. |
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| Durgin
Park Maple Upsidedown Cake |
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Here is the
recipe for the lovley maple sugar-based desert prepared for us by
Roseanne Sullivan during our visit to Charleston, New Hampshire
for Sugaring Off. The recipe comes from: ThatsMyHome.com
1 T. butter,
at room temperature
3 T. sugar
1 large egg, beaten
1 C. all-purpose flour
Pinch salt
2 t. baking powder
1/2 t. grated nutmeg
1/2 C. milk
1 C. maple syrup
1/2 C. chopped walnuts
Whipped cream, for topping
Preheat the oven to 400° F. Butter an 8-inch round cake pan.
In a large bowl, beat butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add
the egg. Beat for 3 minutes or until the mixture is lemon-colored.
In a medium mixing bowl, whisk together flour, salt, baking powder
and nutmeg. Add the flour mixture to the butter mixture, alternating
with the milk, beginning and ending with the dry ingredients; blend
well.
In a small saucepan, bring the maple syrup to a boil. Pour the syrup
into the cake pan, sprinkle in the nuts and slowly pour the batter
over the syrup and nuts, patting it into the pan with a rubber spatula.
(If you have trouble with this, don't worry; the cake will bake
out to the edges, just as it should.)
Bake for 30 minutes or until cake is golden brown and the syrup
is bubbling up around the edges. Cool in the pan for 10 minutes,
then invert onto a plate. Serve warm with whipped cream as a topping.
Makes 8 servings.
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50 year old Maple trees planted by Willis Woods' grandfather's cousin,
now used as timber for the new sugar house. |
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Though
the maple sugaring process today is hardly the communal affair depicted
in Tasha Tudor's "A Time to Keep," where the whole town
goes up to the mountain and collects the sap-filled barrels by hand,
there is still an element of reunion at sugaring-off time. In order
to keep the boiler running and the sap flowing, Willis' son returns
from his home in Guatemala, and other workers return to the farm.
Unlike the Tasha Tudor fantasy world, though, most trees today are
tapped with a plastic tubing that allows the sap to flow to common
collectors, where it is then pumped to the sugar house and boiled
into syrup, so no children are needed to haul the buckets to the
evaporator. Wood's Cider Farm is unusually romantic in the way its
sugar house is situated, perched high on a mountain slope rather
than down at the lowest point on the property (which would be easier,
since all the tapped trees would simply funnel downhill). According
to Willis, who spends long days during sugaring season in the house,
skimming the syrup and stoking the wood fire, the view is worth
the trouble, and makes the work more pleasant.
Coming at the sugaring off situation from the position of a true
romantic, I found that I left Wood's Cider Farm even more charmed
by the idea of gathering sugar from trees than I had been prior
to my arrival. The world of sugaring off seemed to be one of pure
state change, as the snow melted to water, and the sap rose in the
trees, and then the collected products of the trees steamed away
through the fresh planks of the sugar house roof. As someone who
has always been made uneasy by the ceaseless thawing and freezing
and eleventh hour snows of springtime, it was remarkable to witness
a craft that relied on the unpredictability of spring temperatures
for its success.
To round out the day, we made our way back to my cousin's home (under
the 5 ft. of snow), where we ate a lovely lunch that was part California,
and part New Hampshire. My favorite part was probably the Durgin
Park-inspired Maple Upsidedown Cake desert. By the time I had had
my last cup of tea and a hearty slice of that cake, I really felt
like I had lived the New England dream, and could return to California
for all time, feeling that I had once partaken of the delights that
come at the end of a long, cold winter. Many thanks to my cousins
Bill and Roseanne Sullivan for their kind invitation, and providing
all the information for this article.
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The temperature of the boiling syrup is checked.
>> Finished syrup
exiting the evaporator. |
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