curls of peel prepare to sleep
beneath cold vodka snow-thick blanket
shreds of autumn gold and gleaming
in this womb with no umbilicus
this dark cupboard a sweet relief
close fevered eyes let changes come
to unfurl bright upon our tongues
as springtime's sap begins to rise
Yes, I am once again making etrogcello! (Here's a glimpse of last year's.)
These slivers of etrog peel will rest under vodka in the dark through the winter. Shortly before Tu BiShvat, the New Year of the Trees, I'll strain and sweeten the results: maybe with splenda syrup, as in previous years -- or maybe with local honey, as my friend Bob does.
We'll sip the bright home-made limoncello at our Tu BiShvat seder, a link between this autumn's harvest and the first stirrings of the coming spring.