I live in NH, so you would think I would like the real stuff better, but, as it is pricey even in the same state it is cultivated, I was raised on the fake stuff. I now find that the real deal is too thin for me, and I prefer the thicker, sweeter, not real stuff.
And my husband just called me a communist for preferring the fake to the real.
And my husband just called me a communist for preferring the fake to the real.
Maple syrup is boiled down from the tree.