We came home with a huge bag of fresh rhubarb from my grandmother's garden in Vermont. I cleaned and cut it into pie portions, froze a stash of them and saved a couple out to make right away. I did the first tonight - it smelled FABULOUS while baking. The children ignored the daily instruction to "wash up for dinner" and each of them had to be excused mid-meal to attend to things that should have been taken care of before they sat down...thereby earning themselves a No Dessert ruling. They were, therefore, sad-eyed and drooling while Chris and I feasted. Of course I made fresh whipped cream.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Rhubarb Pie
We came home with a huge bag of fresh rhubarb from my grandmother's garden in Vermont. I cleaned and cut it into pie portions, froze a stash of them and saved a couple out to make right away. I did the first tonight - it smelled FABULOUS while baking. The children ignored the daily instruction to "wash up for dinner" and each of them had to be excused mid-meal to attend to things that should have been taken care of before they sat down...thereby earning themselves a No Dessert ruling. They were, therefore, sad-eyed and drooling while Chris and I feasted. Of course I made fresh whipped cream.
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3 comments:
I don't even KNOW what Rhubarb is... That's how lame I am
That is a fabulous looking pie. I wish mine looked that nice. I should bake more...
Just to complement your little rhubarb presentation: people make rhubarb wine here in France (ha, try to imagine that!). And yes, it tastes horrible, but people buy it anyway, hard to believe. But the tarts are tasty :)
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