Appalachia Preserving/Canning

Memories of Syrup Making Days

Chitter skimming syurp “When I was young, I always looked forward to the late summer because it meant syrup-making time. We usually had a patch of cane, and Grandpa and I regularly walked through the tall cane so he could check the seed heads to see if the cane was ripe enough to harvest. I enjoyed walking through the cane because I imagined that I was in a deep jungle. I would have liked to play in the cane “jungle,”…

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