In Serbian it is "rabarbara", resembling the name Barbara.
As a I was child this plant sounded to me so - excotic. Rhubarb cake! What was that?
The plant was unknown in Yugoslavia.
The name as I said sounded so excotic to me, so I thought for years it was the most amazing cake. I could only read of it, in comic books or in foreign magazines for middle class... (Almost the same was with apple pie from cartoons.)
And when I finally had chance to buy and cook rhubarb (whilst I some time lived in Copenhagen), it turned into great disapointment.
It is a pink sweet celery. Damned!
You have to cook it sugar syrup for 10-15 minutes, first.
But the name still sounds excotic.
Sweeet rhubarb. Sweet Barbaraaaaaaaaaaa----
Anyway, I make sometimes Old Norse style cake: batter of melted butter, eggs, flour, milk, sugar, baking powder + rhubarb pieces on top.
Plus - coffee and cream.
And the most things in my life turned to be like rhubarb::: like a feary, tempting singing, who turnes out to be a witch...
Rhubarb wasn't a witch, all right, but neither the esotic siren. Barbara, you are just next door old talebearer with cucumber-mask on the face and with the curlers in your hair.