Mt. Cube Farm! I loved that place. We were eating pancakes there as the governor was walking around with a mock scowl on his face, saying hello to folks. We were still new at Roadfooding and, to be honest, he frightened us a little! After breakfast, his daughter Muffin showed us around and talked with us for an hour or two. She was such a sweetheart. For years afterwards we ordered all our maple products from Mt. Cube, and sent boxes as gifts – they always put the orders together so beautifully, with fresh evergreen branches and personalized notes.
Somehow, we lost track of them. I think Mt. Cube stopped serving breakfast and stopped taking mail-orders, and I thought I heard that Muffin and her husband hit the road to do missionary work.
A lot of those really unique sugar houses stopped serving breakfast, especially the ones who just did it for a few weeks a year. One place we loved in Ashfield, MA told me it was too hard to find help and the health department was demanding all sorts of restaurant grade equipment. They just couldn’t justify the expense.
As an aside, I can’t help but notice that in the artist’s rendering of Ma Groover just above her real self, it almost looks as if she is brandishing a pistol.
Great pictures and stories. Thank you for sharing and looking forward to more.