A couple of Sundays ago I went up north towards Erie, PA with Katyana to celebrate her last few days in the United States before she left (for her rite of passage) to teach English in Japan. We visited a sugar shack, where maple syrup is made. It was a chilly day in the wilds of Pennsylvania. On the way back we stopped to eat miso soup and we all said a couple of Japanese words.
I am now a firm believer that maple syrup makes the pancake.