Quotes About Maple

The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents.

Sunday brunch, or any-morning brunch, is better with warm, golden waffles. Crisp and light and scented with vanilla, waffles are the shape of a perfect breakfast, cupping pools of melted butter and maple for a lavish start to the day.

Canada has two emblems - the beaver and the maple.

A lot of funny stuff happens in Canada.

They agreed on four flavors of cake- vanilla, maple, orange, and coconut- to alternate, almost randomly, in twenty-one slim layers throughout the seven tiers beneath the one to be saved, the crown of coconut. A syrup infused with ginger would be brushed on the sponge beneath the icing.

I am passionate about tea, running, the idea that we are bound only by the limits of our imaginations, and maple syrup.

And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth into bright air,for now the red leaps in the maple's cheek,and suddenly by shining hordes in sweet unserious dress ascends the golden crocus from the dead.

I beat Angelo Mosca, one of the great football players - nobody beat him - I beat him at Maple Leaf Gardens. I became champion and I cannot forget Maple Leaf Gardens.

I'm not from a maple producing area and so my maple syrup credentials are very much of the eating side.

As a kid, I used to love going to the cabane a sucre in Montreal to go sugaring off with our school. Sleigh rides, hot maple syrup, pour that syrup on snow and you got yourself some taffy. Need I say more?

I love roasted pecans. I'll make a sort of granola with the roasted pecans, turn that into a super nutty pie crust, and top that with apple-syrup pudding and top that with cooked custard and maple syrup.

If it's not 100 per cent pure maple syrup, it can't be called 'pure maple syrup.'

I love real maple syrup.

I just love maple syrup!

You cannot imprison me! He bellowed. I am Hyperion! I am- The bark closed over his face. Grover took his pipes from his mouth. You are a very nice maple tree.

I think maybe, if I could be a Canadian super hero, I'd have some kind of freezing power and some sort of maple syrup weapon. Could be a little sticky.

We don't want you convicted for condiment theft. You go to that prison, you'll meet big-time operators. Maple syrup stealers.

The sky was a rich cloudless blue, the air still and dry, the maple trees glowing with glorious reds and oranges and yellows, and everywhere on Gardam Street squirrels bustled about with self-importance, burying their nuts in the most unlikely places.

I always go to the lowest common denominator for that ingredient. So if I think squash, I try to think what it means to me -- and if it doesn't mean anything to me, I'm not gonna do well when I cook it. So [squash] means to me: fall, maple syrup, cinnamon, and things just come into your head so you can narrow the vortex and make it a bit smaller and you go with something because there's no time.

Anne reveled in the world of color about her. Oh, Marilla, she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill--several thrills?

Anne was curled up Turk-fashion on the hearthrug, gazing into that joyous glow where the sunshine of a hundred summers was being distilled from the maple cordwood.

open brow and his fearless eyes. There were thousands like him all over the land of the maple. Let the Piper

gazing into that joyous glow where the sunshine of a hundred summers was being distilled from the maple cordwood.

Slush is frozen over. People say that winter lasts forever, but it's because they obsess over the thermometer. North in the mountains, the maple syrup is trickling. Brave geese punch through the thin ice left on the lake. Underground, pale seeds roll over in their sleep. Starting to get restless. Starting to dream green.