Delicious? Best? It has to be homemade maple syrup over vanilla ice cream. It’s hard to romanticize something that is already quintessentially incredible. I know, I know, I’m a bit over the top on this. But there you stand, finishing up the last jars or bottles at about midnight on a late March night. There is just a bit left in the bottom of the pan, not enough to start another container. Since everyone else in the house is sound asleep, it belongs to you alone.
You move to the fridge and pull the ice cream out of the freezer. It’s not that much syrup, so you carefully measure out the treat and pour the still-warm syrup over the ice cream and watch it begin to melt. You hear someone stirring upstairs, so you take a large spoonful before you can relent and offer to share.
Many a missive has been written about maple syrup, but here it is in simple terms: Homemade is so good it’s sinful.