The Maple Dog
we invented a new food at the 40th annual maple festival in st. albans this afternoon. that is. after we ate all the other pre-exisiting types of food.
here is the pictorial, followed by some other culinary highlights:



these are pickles, they belong there, because as the maple enthusiast on-line next to me remarked, "the sour cuts the sweet and the result is just... perfect!" actually it was not that fantastic.
