Crazy weather good for sugaring It was snowing
lightly as I approached the intersection of
Sutton
Rd. and Gillingham
Drive, last Thursday
afternoon. Sandy Gove said she and Andy Anderson would be cooking sap all
afternoon and into the evening. I followed the steam down from the trees
to the big sugar house that looked brand new.
Inside, the large open room is supported by stout posts and beams that still smelled freshly milled-on-site from their own trees, by James, one of Sandy’s twin sons. About a third of the room is occupied by the evaporator, where sap is cooked for hours until most of the water has boiled out, leaving beautiful, delicious, golden syrup. The evaporator is about 20 feet long and six feet wide, mostly stainless steel. Underneath it is a horizontal black metal chimney leading from the firebox at the other end. It turns 90 degrees upward at the end of the evaporator, and feeds up to a stack about 18 inches in diameter reaching through the roof.
The firebox end reminds me of an old wood-fired steam engine, like the Mount Washington Cog Railway. The door alone probably weighs 40 pounds. Andy said that when fire really gets going, that thick steel door glows cherry red. He wore big red welding gloves with cuffs almost to his elbows when he opened the furnace door and fed part of a three-foot-long log into the intensely bright yellow fire. The draw was so strong, it roared like a jet plane taking off. Both Sandy and
Andy have been sugaring all their lives. They learned from their fathers,
who learned from their fathers, and so on. Sandy said that her father brought his sap buckets when he moved here from Nova Scotia. Back in the
late 1700s, there was no cane sugar, but they had sweetener just the same.
They cooked some of the maple sap to 238 degrees, which is much higher
than for syrup, and it changes the chemical structure. Then they would
churn it by hand, for a very long time, until it became a thick, opaque
tan paste. They pressed the paste into block forms and left them to dry.
When they wanted sweetener for their fresh berry pies, they’d shave-off
what they needed from the sugar block.
Today, the
maple sap is still heated to the same temperature, but |
It wasn’t all
that long ago that the contents of each and every sap bucket was collected
and brought back to the “cooker,” by horse-drawn cart. Of course,
eventually the horses were replaced by ATVs, trucks and tractors. That
made transporting the sap much easier, but it didn’t solve the problem
of getting to trees that were inaccessible because of the terrain. The
fairly recent solution to that dilemma was flexible plastic tubing. Now,
if you can hike and climb to a stand of sugar maples, you can tap them.
Instead of spending all day just collecting buckets of sap, producers
attach flexible tubes to the taps. Tubing,
stainless steel and automation might take some of the glamour and old-time
character out of sugaring, but that’s also what makes today’s syrup
free of mineral and other deposits (“sugar sand”) and uncontaminated
by bacteria, both of which were major problems in “the good old days.”
About as much time is spent on keeping everything sterile as time spent
making syrup. After the sap
becomes syrup, it has to be re-heated to between 180 and 190 degrees,
filled to almost brimming the bottle, and then sealed to lock-out airborne
contaminants. What you get from producers like Anderson Farm is as pure
and clean as anything directly from nature could possibly be. There are no
flavorings, thickeners, colorants, preservatives or artificial anything in
their syrups, candies, creams and other maple products. Andy said they’ve already made 225 gallons of syrup. The season started a little early this year, and if the weather stays cool, it’ll last longer, and they’ll probably make more than 600 gallons for the season.
You can buy Anderson Farm syrup at Springledge Farm, in New London, the Newbury Farmer’s Market, and others in the area. If you can’t wait that long for them to be open, and you’d like to taste it on some great pancakes, stop in for breakfast at the Intervale Farm Pancake House, on Route 114, near the entrance to Pat's Peak. Or, if you want a couple jugs right now, and like buying directly from the source, Sandy said that she welcomes visitors, but when they’re working in the sap house, timing is critical, and she might not be able to chat. |
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