Thanks, Constance, for bringing up that point. People still assume that everyone can get everything, every time of the year. Then there are the TV talking head idiots who say "only eat fresh, local, in season." Duh. When we could all eat ONLY fresh, ONLY local, and ONLY in season, nutrition went down the hill, and diseases abounded. Even when I was a kid, in many places I lived, fish and seafood was a stinky, thawed, nasty tasting stuff I had to eat on Fridays during lent. In winter we had apples and oranges, period (and you don't have to get much older than me to remember when it was only apples). Vegetables in the winter meant carrots and potatoes and whatever you could get out of a can. A salad was iceberg and cucumbers and sorry grocery store tomatoes. Mom still fed us nutritiously, and in the summer we had it all, but most folk like to think about the good ol' days who weren't there. My mom was an excellent cook who made the most of what we had when we had it, and we lived over much of the country and in Europe. But the reason people learned to use what was locally available was sometimes because they couldn't get anything else. I've never had Polk Salad (I've read it spelled all of the above, most often Poke Salat), but plan on asking an Appalachian friend tomorrow.