My son tried dipping rhubarb in white sugar for the first time today. The dentist he saw this week said juice was terrible. Ha ha, he would be appalled but rhubarb and sugar dipping is such a fond memory from my childhood we had to do it. It reminds me of those long summer days of fun as a kid and the tasty goodies we enjoyed from the garden, like Mrs. Blais’ raspberry jam and our elderly neighbour Rose’s pickled carrots. I remember eating a whole jar with my little friend Sarah on the rock wall by her house one day. I don’t recall getting sick from eating too many just how good they tasted.