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barb wired

May 21, 2010

There is an obligation to create when given a gift of home-grown goods.  My mind has been racing since this pile of rhubarb was placed in my care.  There is a lot to like about this mysterious under-utilized fruit/vegetable.  The unusual fruity tartness deserves more than a muffin or a strawberry’s sidekick.   How about a rhubarb daiquiri, rhubarb rice pudding or rhubarb bread pudding? Pork might like the company of these stalks.  No rest will come till the rhubarb is dealt with!

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  1. Geener permalink
    May 22, 2010 8:56 am

    Aaaaahhhhhh, rhubarb. I have a haunting memory of this intimidating stalk. I first discovered it at the ripe young age of 9 in a patch of soil behind the convent of the St. Bernadette’s, a Garden of Eden of sorts. Standing in my pleated, plaid knee-length skirt and saddle shoes, I watched it grow wild; how I envied that it had boundaries…Would I ever be that carefree??? “Taste it,” was whispered in my ear one glorious afternoon…”it won’t hurt you.” Should I? The act seemed forbidden…almost sinful (gasp). I looked at the scarlet red and green stalk then back at the steepled church…stalk…church…stalk…church. Crunch!*!*!*!

    Alas, it was hardly worth the agony of consideration, or the act of contrition imposed by Sister Mary…the next day the patch was sickled down to the ground. God help anything trying to “grow wild” behind that convent again…

    I never tasted rhubarb again.
    Some 34 years later I eagerly await your assistance in redemption…

  2. Geener permalink
    May 22, 2010 8:59 am

    Actually, I envied that it had NO BOUNDARIES!! I was the one with boundaries!

  3. April 14, 2012 5:09 pm

    Great name great food

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