I love trees. Not, as the title might suggest, in some
sort of ‘unholy’ way (It’s actually quite ‘hole-y”, as you’ll soon learn), but
I just love being around trees, the sound of their leaves, the way they look
silhouetted against the evening sky. But
this time of year, I love them just a little bit more than usual, for the very
utilitarian fact that they provide delicious sap. Sure it came a little later than usual this
year thanks to the brutal winter we’ve had, but my maple trees finally started
running this past week.
I don’t have a huge woodlot or anything either, just a
modest suburban corner lot with a grand total of 5 maple trees (I had 6 until a
storm blew one down last fall, destroying some fence but thankfully narrowly
missing both my kids’ playhouse and my boat trailer). But on a day like today (around 6 degrees
Celsius and sunny) the sap will be running out of those things like nobody’s
business. My method is to drill a hole
in the south-facing side of the tree – I don’t think the height really matters
all that much but I tend to make it about 2-3 feet off the ground. I make them about 3 inches deep, and you
could use a drill bit anywhere from about ¼ to ½ an inch. I have an old hand crank drill that I
inherited from my grandfather (which I like to use because it makes me feel
like an old-time voyageur or something), but a regular power drill works fine
too.
The important thing is to drill the
hole so that you can wedge the end of some plastic tubing firmly into the hole
so that it stays there by friction. I
use just regular clear plastic tubing that you should be able to find for dirt
cheap at any plumbing or hardware store.
I run each tube from the tree into the mouth of a 1.5 Litre wine bottle
(Why do I have a tonne of empty 1.5 Litre wine bottles? Don’t you judge me!).
Wine bottles work well because they’re narrow enough at the top that no bark
and other shit from the tree will fall into your sap. If there’s snow on the ground still, you can
hold the bottle in place by wedging it in the snow (which has the added
advantage of keeping the sap cool. On a
sunny day like today, that bottle will be full to the brim of sap by the time I
get home from work.
But sap on the other hand…it’s nature’s Gatorade. In the past three years, I’ve foregone the
boiling down process and just drank the sap directly from the tree as an energy drink.
Sap from two different trees - notice the different colour |
According to Nutrition Data
(which I have no reason to doubt), one cup of maple syrup has 216 grams of
carbohydrate (of which 192 grams are sugar).
When I boiled the sap down that year, I didn’t measure the ratio
precisely (sap to syrup yield), but from what I’ve read, the usual ratio is
about 40:1. That is, you need 40 Litres
of sap to yield one Litre of syrup. That
varies a bit through the season, and the species of tree (I’ve used Sugar
Maple, Red Maple and even Manitoba Maple) but I suspect it’s roughly correct. By that logic, a cup of straight-up sap would
contain about 5 grams of sugar. That’s
only a teaspoon, which is a hell of a lot better than commercial energy drinks
that probably contain 25-30 grams per cup.
It fits with the taste of the sap, which is like very mildly sweet water
with a subtle treeish undertone
(fellow Tolkien fans will get that one).
I don’t think it’s made me grow any taller or made my hair curlier, but
it’s incredibly refreshing. I haven’t
been able to find a nutritional analysis of maple sap anywhere, but it stands
to reason that it would have trace amounts of a bunch of vitamins and minerals
as well. I trust that more so than I do
the manufactured ratios of electrolytes (mostly sodium) found in commercial
drinks.
According to this article,
sap contains quite a bit of calcium, which might explain the folk belief that
it was good for the bones. I actually
lived in South Korea for a little over a year between 2005-2006, but I was
oblivious to the fact that this is the one place in the world where people seem
to have a tradition of drinking maple sap. Whether the “good for bones” claims
are true or not, it’s a delicious drink that I look forward to each
spring. I took about a Litre of it with
me to my regular Monday evening basketball league this week. We play for about 90 minutes, so I usually
just drink water. And I’m not going to
lie that my energy levels are usually a bit lower towards the end of the
night. But this week, I was busting my
ass down the court right until the end of the night. I felt great, was grabbing more rebounds,
felt lighter on my feet. It could have
been placebo…but then again maybe it was something in the water.
The
force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
- Dylan Thomas