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Let the Goo Times Roll
Hi, Sugar: In Quebec, horse-drawn sleighs bring sap to sugar shacks where syrup is made, ready to be poured onto -- and made into -- all kinds of foods.
(By Yves Tessier -- Ministre Du Tourisme Du Quebec)
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And why not? It's North America's first harvest of the year, and takes place in scenic settings. A visit includes a chance to feel both the last gasp of winter and the first breath of spring. Perhaps most important, it lets you step back into an old tradition from a simple, rural past.
Besides, sugaring, as it's called, is a fascinating process. Consider: You must boil down 40 gallons of sap to get one gallon of maple syrup. Vermont typically produces about a half-million gallons of syrup. That means Vermont farmers gather 20 million gallons of sap a year, one little drip at a time.
For travelers, sugar shacking is also a chance to rub elbows with locals and experience the kind of small-town life you might have thought disappeared in the 1950s.
Churches, firehouses, civic groups and sometimes an entire town will host events around sugar-shack season. Apparently everyone in Marathon, N.Y., for example, has an active role in the annual maple festival, to be held this year March 24-25.
Each high school class has a booth. The seniors are in charge of sausage sandwiches and "spiedies," an Upstate New York delicacy that's something like a shish kebab on bread. The Boy Scouts have the maple-flavored cotton candy concession. The maple queen and her court will lead the parade. You can "see the village from the sky" on a helicopter ride or see it from the ground in a horse-drawn cart. There's a quilt show, an antique family Bible display, a soapbox derby, a show by 80 "gallery-quality artists and crafters" and Civil War reenactors. The Methodists are serving a chicken dinner; the Presbyterians decided to keep it simple and will sell soup and sandwiches. The Catholics are going with their traditional spaghetti dinners. The Masons have pancakes, and the local congressman will bring a yet-to-be named NASA astronaut.
If you'd like to blast even further into the past, then one of Faucher's two properties is the way to go.
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Shortly after I arrive at La Cabane a Pierre, a busload of sophisticated-looking teens from Connecticut arrives. It's a stopover on their way home from a school-sponsored week in Quebec City brushing up on their French.
The boys horse around during the tour of the sugar shack and a re-created trapper's shack in a maple grove. I'm betting they'll all be making snide remarks and rolling their eyes at the music of country fiddlers and washboard players.
They and other visitors that day find seats on benches at pine tables inside the replica of a big lumberjack camp, built by Pierre and local craftsmen, using axes to get that rough-hewn look from the timber. A lumberjack meal is served family-style: maple-cured ham and sausage, pea soup, meat pie, souffle omelet, baked beans in maple syrup, potatoes baked with cheese, bread just pulled from a wood-fired oven. Even before dessert arrives, waitresses in traditional dress set out pitchers of maple syrup and encourage diners to try it on everything.
The adults in the crowd are offered Faucher's family recipe for a Quebec Caribou: a mixture of red wine, white wine, blueberry wine, white whiskey and a touch of syrup.
After a couple of those, you don't feel at all shy about responding to the invitation to learn to play wooden spoons, which poor families would use in olden days to supplement whatever store-bought instruments they'd acquired. The traditional French Canadian band begins playing and calling out instructions for line dancing, sounding so much like a Louisiana Acadian band it would take an expert to tell the difference.
Amazingly, the teens, without benefit of Caribous, join in. Maybe they're on a sugar high. And we haven't yet had the hot maple taffy poured on ice.
Watching from the back of the room, Faucher beams. "We're keeping a culture alive."
You need reservations and a car to visit La Cabane a Pierre (418-479-5200, http:/




