History in the Hills: Some hard times

My dear wife is a great cook. She works hard to provide wonderful nutritious meals to us every day regardless of how tired she is, how much work she did that day or despite the natural fact that sometimes our kids are less than excited about finishing their peas and carrots. She has sometimes made our pantry stretch between trips to the grocery store. We try to make do with what we have and do our best not to waste anything. In the summer we have a garden and, as a result, can much of our produce; we make maple syrup from maple sap in the early spring; in the fall we make apple sauce from our local trees; and in the winter, we hunker down and enjoy the fruits of our labor throughout the year. I find it extremely gratifying to be able to make our own food and preserve as much as possible wi