By Marc-Antoine B.-Lessard At the same time as the seasons, my cook's gaze goes to the boreal forest. After a cold and arid winter, I look for every young shoot and bud that brings life and contrast. In the spring, when the maples delivered their last drops of precious sap, the birch takes over. Less sweet than that of maple, its sap is drunk as it is and would be rich in benefits. It is possible to transform it into a delicious syrup, distinct …
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By Marc-Antoine B.-Lessard At the same time as the seasons, my cook's gaze goes to the boreal forest. After a cold and arid winter, I look for every young shoot and bud that brings life and contrast. In the spring, when the maples delivered their last drops of precious sap, the birch takes over. Less sweet than that of maple, its sap is drunk as it is and would be rich in benefits. It is possible to transform it into a delicious syrup, distinct …