We have friends who tap their maple every year. Even in the rich people neighbourhood, you’ll see people with tapped maples.

This sounds extremely good, and I am going to possibly make it for Christmas.

I cook for a large group every year, and I make a point of asking about dietary restrictions, and work around them. Because if you ask someone over, it’s polite to actually have food they can eat. Because making people ill is generally not my idea of a good time.

My husband is like that. he has to knife and fork everything, cause his teeth are completely fucked.

If just spent two days in a kitchen, I’ll wear whatever I want; and no one I’m related to cares either.

I recently started making my own peanut butter cups.

I too wish to know who hurt the people who think the Peanuts specials don’t hold up.

Oh yeah, the fruit-coloured marshmallows are the ones my aunt used too. 

My (Western Canadian, hardcore baker) aunt used cool whip, and none of us died.

I am still so annoyed that they don’t sell plain poptarts in Canada.

I generally don’t care; sometimes my drink tastes terrible with what I’m eating, sometiimes it doesn’t.

I can respect that.

My MIL is not a baker nor a cook, but her stollen? Magical.

That is fantastically trashy, I kind of love it.

Same. The fridge is also the only place safe from the cats.

*Canada has entered the chat*

I like flavoured coffee, as a “sometimes” thing—but the type of beans I like to buy don’t often come flavoured, and even if they are, I can’t really tell the difference.

I’d eat it.

hmm.