Those crazy Canadians find themselves in quite the sticky situation, besides leaving a cavity sized whole in the syrup supply, and trying to catch the sticky fingered criminals (OK, enough puns), Canada supplies almost 80% of the world's maple syrup and 75% of it goes to us, the Americans. Canada is the Saudi Arabia of the sugary goodness, holding the cards on the syrup reserve of the world. There is even a Federation of Quebec Maple Syrup Producers, which is responsible for the global strategic maple syrup reserve, so they take this shit very seriously. It's kind of like the Jedi Council of maple syrup.
***We interrupt your regularly scheduled blog for an after school special***
Let me give you a little lesson on maple syrup because there are two things I know too much about, Scrappy Doo and making maple syrup. I was raised making maple syrup and believe you me, it's not an easy task. You live and die by meteorologists, it needs to be perfect weather for a good season. Mother Nature needs to bless you with below freezing at night and well above freezing during the day. It takes forty gallons of sap to make one gallon of syrup. What? Did you think that the trees just produced the syrup? Dumbass. The sap then needs to be boiled down to evaporate the water in a device called an evaporator (clever huh?) and it needs to be watched, tested and watched some more throughout the whole process. Once the sap hits that amber nectar stage, it's ready to be drawn off and canned or bottled. The you sell the amber nectar for a ton of money because people will buy it. That is Maple Syrup 101; the Cliff Notes.
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Picture it, its a calm summer's night in Saint-Louis-de-Blanford, all 903 citizens are safe and sound in their comfy beds, dreaming of cranberries and tractors (right Ken?). Off in the distance a wolf howls, almost warning the people of the impending doom. Off in a field there stands a small clapboard barn surrounded by barbed wire and a few dimly lit light poles. A lone man dressed in red patrols the establishment and keeps a watchful, crossed eye out for any trouble.
By dark of night or light of day, no one will get past me, no way, eh.
Meanwhile, just a few meters (or feet to us) away the plot begins to thicken. A group of sinister thieves have gathered, their mission...to pull off the greatest Maple Syrup Heist ever! They even have an elaborate plan...
I don't know if we can do this eh, look at the two rows of barbed wire.
Hey boss! We have wire cutters! We can cut the wires.
OK, listen up, here's the plan, you two morons will cut the fence...
No you idiots, the other two morons who bought wire cutters. They will cut the fence and you will sneak in all quiet like because you will be wrapped in duct tape to muffle any sounds. Once in, you will sneak past the guard and quickly roll out 15,000 barrels of maple syrup and onto the waiting truck driven by a girl.
Hey! I'm not a girl!
The villainous villains successfully sneak past the guard and roll 15,000 barrels of maple syrup out of the barn and into the girl's truck. They drive off into the night never to be heard from again. Then dawn rises and the guard realizes his mistake.
Holy Molson beer! The door is ajar, I need to call the president of the FPAQ, or Federation of Quebec Maple Syrup, he'll know what to do!
Jumping moose! What do you mean all of the syrup was stolen? We shouldn't call it stolen, we will say it went missing. We better not tell anyone about this either, just to make sure the police can do their job.
What do you think will happen to the missing syrup sir?
Chances are it will end up on the black market down in Florida and we won't be able to trace it.
So, keep an eye out for a surge of sweet stuff down South and like the President of FPAQ says, unlike laundered money maple syrup doesn't come with a serial number and it will end up like the other food that ended up missing in Canada like "a football field's worth of potatoes", 3,600 kilograms of honey, 6,000 cattle and 72,000 kilograms of chicken.
You just can't make this shit up....
***If anyone feels I was being stereotypical against Canadians, I apologize...I apologize you don't have a sense of humor!