...I had visited a “sugar shack”, as they’re called, once before several years ago, but I was particularly excited about this event because it advertised “Maple chili, hot dogs, popcorn, cotton candy and Biscuits with Maple butter”. I swore to myself that, to honor the cultural traditions of my adopted Yankee home, I would eat ALL THE THINGS.
This particular sugar shack is actually on my own block, if you can call the long, winding, rutted, frost-heaved (and that’s just the paved parts) series of roads I had to traverse through the rustic town of Twin Peaks to get to it “circling the block”. But basically, if I just took every right turn, I did get there, and afterwards wound up back at my own driveway, so… it was around the block. On the way there, I stopped at the country store on the corner and bought some local raw milk and local fresh eggs. After almost ten years in New Hampshire, it still blows my mind that this is my life now. I mean that in a good way. :-) ...
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