I’m ridiculously proud. One tree, many buckets of sap, many litres of fuel spent, many hours boiling off…one bottle of syrup. Still worth it. It’s remarkably delicious, too. I’m not a connoisseur de syrop but it really does taste toasty and wonderful.
Our friends had the neighbourhood group over for dinner tonight as a spring get-together and our Berlin send-off. We poured our one bottle of ‘One-Tree’ over ice cream for dessert:
Still some left for pancakes.
Admittedly, I went a little nuts over the one beautiful bottle. Here it is swinging on its own tree (I’ve plugged the leaky tree -hole with wax):