At 20 below we need some remembrance of summers gone by and a reminder that warm seasons may come again.
A treasure hunting trip to the root cellar rewards us with an abundance of home grown goodness to choose from.
Chances are good that we'll grab a jar of some kind of rhubarb concoction, it's not just for pies you know! Rhubarb salsa is my favorite, then we've got jams and marmalades, drunken rhubarb in vodka and a beer jam that wasn't a great experiment (better to just drink the beer!). My Grandma's recipe for Piccalilli is down there too, bringing traditions across the seas to unsuspecting palates.
As the song says, when you pop a lid in the deep dark winter, it's like a little bit of sunshine in every jar.