We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Rhubarb Crisp: I'm running out to the garden right now to grab some stalks and make a double batch to share. I might add some strawberries if I can locate a bag in the back of the freezer as it's a bit too early for the fresh red gems in the PNW region. Thanks for the nudge BD!
Rhubarb is a good medicine, I always feel happier after eating some. I like 'crunchy' rhubarb. My favourite dessert is a bowl of cooked rhubarb, nice and cold, with a goodly amount of sugar sprinkled on top. If there's vanilla ice cream, whipped cream or warm custard available I'd consider adding one of these too.
Can't be killed Looks kinda tropical with its big leaves Big leaves can be spread to choke out weeds or thrown right in the compost bin Can be used as a fan You can hit people with the stalks Easy to process Can split one plant into 2 The fiber in it helps you poop
* Like sour celery
Rhubarb pie, rhubarb crisp, both with vanilla ice cream has always been my favourite dessert. Growing up we always had rhubarb growing the yard. We could break off a stalk, get a cup with sugar, and then begin to dipping and eating. I have tried growing rhubarb here in California but it never works. I don't know if it is the plants that I have purchased or the climate.
It's probably the climate. My father brought some back from his parents' Massachusetts yard in the early 60s, and planted it in (light shade) in Upstate SC. My mother made rhubarb pies and crisps for a couple of years. Those years were a little cooler than normal. Then we were hit with a very hot summer--and goodbye rhubarb.