Our Story

A Farm, a Kitchen, and Something We Built Together

Butterburr didn't begin all at once.

When I met my husband, the farm was already part of his story. It was a second-generation family farm, and maple syrup was already being made here — a tradition and a rhythm of the seasons that were well established long before I arrived.

What I brought with me was the kitchen.

Baking has its own history in my family. My great-grandmother baked to help support her family, sending her children out with a wagon to sell what she had made. Generations later, I still find something deeply satisfying in making food the old-fashioned way — from simple ingredients, by hand, for other people to enjoy.

The garden came later, and that part we built together.

Over time, we planted more, learned what grew well here, preserved what we could, and found ourselves producing more of the food our family used throughout the year. Vegetables from the garden joined maple syrup from the woods, honey from our bees, eggs from the chickens, and baked goods from the kitchen.

Butterburr grew naturally out of all of those things.

It isn't a farm created for the sake of having a farm stand, and it isn't a bakery with a country name attached to it. It's our actual life here — his family's farming and maple tradition, my family's baking tradition, and the garden and home we've built together.

The farm stand is simply a way of sharing some of it.