To The Sugar Cabin in the Woods

Making our way out of Montréal to escape the pace of the city, we headed to St-Benoît-de-Mirabel, where the golden late-afternoon light bounced off emerald-green hills, sprawling farms and trees donning every baking-spice hue of fall. You’d swear we were in northern Wisconsin or even the French countryside, but instead, we were heading to Cabane à Sucre Au Pied de Cochon, Martin Picard’s Québécois sugar shack. Before we...