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.