Rhubarb

Love the taste, with lots of vanilla ice-cream of course. 🙂

Originally posted by Kewpie
Love the taste, with lots of vanilla ice-cream of course. 🙂

My granny used to make rhubarb sauce which was super on ice cream. 🙂

Originally posted by Kewpie

Love the taste, with lots of vanilla ice-cream of course. 🙂

Me, too. This trophy of any garden's also great for your health:

http://www.steadyhealth.com/articles/The_Amazing_Health_Benefits_of_Rhubarb_a1808.html

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Had a crowd for dinner last night. Dessert was strawberry rhubarb pie. My favorite.

Always, always chop the leaves and throw them out.

The leaves are toxic. I've seen more than one new wife make this mistake, thinking they'd be good in a salad or added to greens or something.

I like rhubarb tart.

Originally posted by Ponderable
I like rhubarb tart.

...and we had some, and more to come, since the rhubarb liked the weather 🙂

In a village near where I live they have a festival.

www.rosyrhubarbfestival.com/

Rhubarb.
Rhu-barrrrrb.
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.

Ok.
But the name still sounds excotic.
Rhubarb
.............Rhu-barrrrbbb.
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.