Spike’s Mad Syrup Skills

Originally published at www.centralnh.org on March 15, 2017.

Every breath was warm brown sugar. Steam floated off the shiny pot of sap, quietly boiling on the counter. The sun filtered through vials of syrup on the windowsill and made the gradient of mahogany, amber and honey yellow glow with light. I was charmed by the whole place, but I still had to play devil’s advocate. “So, you don’t make any money doing this,” I…