They throw stones at the walnut trees, but not at the maple.
If it's not 100 per cent pure maple syrup, it can't be called 'pure maple syrup.'
I'm not from a maple producing area and so my maple syrup credentials are very much of the eating side.
[in a pancake restaurant] Raymond: Maple syrup is supposed to be on the table before the pancakes. Charlie: Ray. Raymond: Yeah? Charlie: [Presents a container of maple syrup] Ta da. Raymond: Ha ha. Charlie Babbitt made a joke.
Marty McFly: Do you know where Riverside Drive is? Sam Baines: It's on the other end of town. A block past Maple. East end of town. Marty McFly: A block past Maple? That's, uh, that's John F. Kennedy Drive. Sam Baines: Who the hell is John F. Kennedy...
Canada has two emblems - the beaver and the maple.
Raymond: Maple syrup is supposed to be on the table before the pancakes. Charlie: We haven't ordered yet, Ray. Raymond: Of course when they bring the maple syrup after the pancakes, it'll definitely be too late. Charlie: How is that gonna be too late...
I drink maple syrup. Then I'm hyper so I just run around like crazy and work it all off.
My end goal in the piano is to play Scott Joplin's 'Maple Leaf Rag.'
I have a maple leaf tattoo over my heart, quite literally, and my two favorite things on Earth are being in Canada and making movies.
Evan nuzzled his chin into the crook of Dan's neck, finding the spot that always made Dan squirm and laugh. "I love you, Danny." "You gets so fucking sappy after I let you top," Dan responded, but he didn't move away. "We should stick a spigot in you...
It's just... You sound like lorde. But like, with maple syrup.
Books fall from Garry Wills like leaves from a maple tree in a sort of permanent October.
With the fans and the Toronto Maple Leafs organization, the way I've been treated here has been awesome.
Ultimately, I'd love to see a legacy company that has alumni that come out of it and go on to create other big things. A maple-syrup mafia, a HootSuite mafia.
I like Toronto a lot, it's a good city. The only thing that really annoys me about Toronto is that you're turning Maple Leaf Gardens into a grocery store, which is absolutely nothing short of disgusting.
Raymond: Of course you can't have pancakes without maple syrup. Charlie: You bet your butt. Raymond: Bet your butt.
...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...
He eased back and murmured, “You taste so damn sweet. Like maple syrup.” “And you taste like stolen bacon.
The food that's never let me down in life is porridge, especially with milk and maple syrup, which is delicious. Paris isn't a porridge place, but I can buy it in London when I'm there and bring it back with me.
The great triumph of the Sixties was to dramatize just how arbitrary and constructed the seeming normality of the Fifties had been. We rose up from our maple-wood twin beds and fell onto the great squishy, heated water bed of the Sixties.
