I always stop to pick up local maple syrup when I’m in Ottawa—it’s a sweet treat that reminds me I’m in eastern Canada. Out west, we don’t have maple syrup trees, so taking a bottle home feels like bringing a little piece of the region’s heritage...
I always stop to pick up local maple syrup when I’m in Ottawa—it’s a sweet treat that reminds me I’m in eastern Canada. Out west, we don’t have maple syrup trees, so taking a bottle home feels like bringing a little piece of the region’s heritage with me.
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