Maple Syrup

So even though NY borders both Canada and Vermont, I purchased real maple syrup this weekend from none other than Pennsylvania. There was an old farm near our campsite advertising maple syrup (advertising meaning homemade signs on cardboard at the entrance to their ramshackle farmhouse). Unfortunately, being a Sunday, these maple harvesters were closed for business (meaning they weren't at home, probably at church). But as luck would have it, we heathens were on our way to a local winery (another thing PA surprisingly offers) where they just so happened to sell the local stuff.

Now I am finally a real maple syrup owner (although still an owner of that totally unnatural imitation stuff we bought from the neighborhood gas station). I feel like this is a major step in my Yankee-ness (Southerners prefer cane syrup like Karo, which is why maple syrup got big anyway-- the Rebels cut them off). But I have to figure out more stuff to make with it. Since we're visiting the Boy's parents over the weekend, I think I will try to make some kind of maple-flavored baked good. But I'm a bit at a loss.

I implore you to leave suggestions! Implore!