I saw the word 'maple'. I'm Canadian. Seeing that word always makes something inside my head go, ding! I must live up the stereotype or I am failing as a Canadian.
So here I am. I can't eat the pictures even though they look good but I did enjoy the commentary. Where I live, I don't have to change the clocks. We don't do that in Saskatchewan. Thanks for giving me an opportunity to rub that in.
I guess I'll go eat my Eggos now...
You Canadians, maple freaks. By the way, all you other Canadians, I'm only talking to @nonameslefttouse at the moment, so don't take it personal.
My four years in Chile, we missed maple very, very much. Once in a great while, we'd have friends bring us some, and we treated it like gold.