This year, yesterday was that day. It was also my father's 70th birthday and my son's 6-month mark. Which made it all the more special as we pulled out the tools made by my grandfather, washed out the crocks, and began the familiar rhythm of chopping the heads into quarters, slicing the quarters on the wooden cutter, and stomping the mix until its moisture rose.
Read more about the process here. And tell us, what do you make each year that's determined by the timing of the garden?
(Images: Regina Yunghans)