The notification from the town zoning board was probably really the last straw.
Well when I say notification, I should probably say “notification”, because it was actually a farce from the neighbors who were teasing us about our ghetto-sugaring-in-the-driveway-with-sheets-of-plywood-to-protect-from-the-wind sugaring operation. I mean “operation.”
This is how it all came about: We have been sugaring for years on our property. Nothing more than just 30 buckets and boiling the sap out in our driveway. We started with a wood burning stove set on blocks with a hotel pan on top. And eventually graduated to a Leader half-pint evaporator. But really all along Jase had maple manifest destiny.
After a particularly windy spring last year, and the aforementioned crappy ass plywood sheets to block said wind, my dear husband, sugarmaker in chief, decided that it was finally time to build a sugar house. Are you already getting the feeling like this story is kind of like a snowball rolling down a hill, picking up more and more snow as it goes? It get’s worse.
I mean, better.
So, finally we’ve moved from boiling the maple sap in our driveway, to working in a fully functional sugar house. Jason, has taken the project of building the sugar house and turned it up to eleven. Guy is nuts. Seriously folks, not only is the foundation more solid than some homes, but it’s clad in stone.
But I’m going to skip ahead. Past the building of the sugar house. Past the part where Jason told me he wanted it to look like a “Jewel Box Sugar House.” Way past that.
So with a sugar house like that, obviously we need a bigger evaporator.