I love maple sugar candy. I have enjoyed it since I was a kid. I am one of those people who look with horror upon people who put what they deem to be maple syrup on their pancakes from bottles reading Mrs. Butterworth or Log Cabin. To me, that is nothing more than a sweet, non-descript syrup manufactured to appeal to a sweet tooth and nothing more. To me, it has not one iota of personality.
Maple syrup is culture and something with a personality. I am guessing that maybe it might even have antioxidants. I am not checking because I fear possibly being disappointed.
When I came into my wife’s family I was shocked by the rampant usage of fake Maple syrup. I was especially amazed since my father-in-law was from the UP (Upper Peninsula of Michigan) and thought nothing of using the counterfeit syrup.
My children were raised on maple syrup, the real thing. We also did that for peanut butter and countless other food items.
I was raised on Peter Pan and Skippy because we didn’t know the true possibilities. I was also raised on having a choice with syrups; we almost always had the real thing in the house. Strangely enough, Ohio has maple sugar festivals and produces the real syrup. You only have to go to Heinen’s in either Ohio or Illinois to find Ohio produced maple syrup. I remember going to the festivals as a kid.
So when I come across the real maple syrup, I buy it. Luckily, I can find it anywhere. When I come across the maple sugar candies, I buy them. I need a yearly fix of the latter. I could have it more often but I am not sure my teeth could tolerate my sweet indiscretions. Stratford, Ontario always makes it a no brainer for me.
Gotta love maple sugar candy!