In Somerville, Massachusetts, (my home of 5 years) there's an organization called Groundworks Somerville that does a big maple tree tapping, and then hosts a boil-down in the spring. I went to the boil-down and got to taste some unfinished maple syrup. It had been boiling for a few hours, but needed a few more to get down to the proper reduction (a 40th of it's original volume!). —Micki
Escaped the city to another city—more lovely weather in Boston. —Carmen
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I discovered that even eight-year-olds know all about Snapchat filters. We got silly with the distorted faces over a classic Jewish brunch spread: bagels, lox, extra coffee for me, and chocolate milk for the babies. —Jane P.
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So this is Kumar, and he's been serving at the Waverly Diner on 6th Avenue for more than 20 years. Since 2002, he's known my husband Alex's order without fail: French toast and a small orange juice. It's been almost 9 years since Alex has been in, but in an effort to avoid the Friday night scene in the West Village before a show at The Vanguard, we dropped in for dinner and hoped to find him. And there he was, as happy to see Alex as ever, all buoyant and smiley. And then I got weepy. It was the best. —Sam
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