Just around this time of year in 2000, I was driving on a dirt road through Superior National Forest in northern Minnesota and saw an arrow-shaped wooden sign with a hand-painted message: “MAPLE SYRUP ...

ROCHESTER, N.Y. — Maple Weekend, a celebration of New York State’s maple syrup industry, continues on Saturday into Sunday. It’s happening during the state’s maple tapping season. New York is the ...

ALBANY, N.Y. (WBNG) -- March is Maple Month, and Governor Kathy Hochul is highlighting New York’s thriving maple syrup industry and encouraging New Yorkers to participate in the special promotions ...

New York State Maple Weekend is such a big thing that it takes two weekends: March 21 and 22, and March 28 and 29; several local producers are participating. That includes the Vernon-Verona-Sherrill ...

Maple syrup has long been a staple of North American breakfasts, especially across the northeastern U.S. and eastern Canada, where its production originated. It’s made by boiling down sap collected ...

CAZENOVIA, N.Y. — For Central New York maple syrup producers like Patrick Allen from Critz Farms in Cazenovia, the snow and cold temperatures this winter have been a welcome sight. “We’ve been ...

CASTILE, N.Y. — At Letchworth State Park, maple season is underway, and visitors will be able to get a firsthand look at how one of New York’s most iconic products is made. Maple Weekend is held ...

SHERBURNE, N.Y. (WBNG) -- March marks Maple Month, the peak season for maple syrup production, primarily celebrated in the Northeast. Researchers say the cold temperatures that have defined the region ...

Flipping buttermilk pancakes and pouring glasses of hand-crafted ciders, Critz Farms in Cazenovia brought a sweet start to New York State Maple Weekend, a two-week celebration of maple syrup ...

Over 108,000 gallons of sap were gathered to produce 1,400 gallons of maple syrup. Maple sap and syrup hold a special place in Haudenosaunee culture, and with Wáhta’ Maple Farm, the Oneida Indian ...

Add Yahoo as a preferred source to see more of our stories on Google. Saturday mornings were sacred in our house. No alarms, no rush, just the sound of butter sizzling on a hot griddle and the sweet ...