Preserving the taste of summer – my grandmother did it and so do enterprising farmers with the help of one Social Entrepreneur.

From plant....

Helping my grandmother tend to her garden was always well rewarded by having the most amazing lunches made mostly from her garden bounty.  For lunch, the fresh picks of the day were generally supplemented with something we had picked months ago from the garden or orchard.  This usually meant I had to take a trip down into the basement, which always provoked initial fear and hesitancy and partial fascination of the darkness and potential scare of some lurking monster, wild animal or huge bug.  These feelings soon dissipated as I also marveled that my grandmother’s basement (the tidiest unfinished basement I will probably ever see) displayed her prided rows upon rows of jars of preserved tomatoes, peaches, beets, green