Every year Maine celebrates a state-wide “Maple Sunday” where many of the area’s sugarhouses open their doors for a pancake breakfast. Though the temps were frigid (like, stupidly cold) we braved the weather for some syrupy goodness. We went with Ross’s mom and sister to Megquier Hill Farm in Poland.
You’ll note all the snow. Despite only being about an hour away from Portland it was like a different planet. It was so freaking cold, bone-numbing actually, and there was still tons of snow. Ugh.
I, being the idiot that I am, decided a leather jacket was sufficient warmth. Um, nope. I shivered through breakfast, but it was delicious. Fluffy pancakes, farmhouse bacon (so good!) and the most wonderfully crisp donuts, all doused in maple syrup. Not the most health-conscious choice, but oh man, yum.
What did you do this weekend? Did it involve some mapley goodness? I hope so.