I've made Rhubarb crisp, heard of Rhubarb jam and even Rhubarb pie,
It happened though.
It was one of those recipes you try because you have to.
By knowing the recipe exists the gauntlet has been cast down.
I had no choice.
For those who don't know when someone-or in this case
-something-
throws down the gauntlet the challenge must be accepted.
There is no turning back.
The gauntlet throwing is like a double-dog-dare,
on steroids!
Scary stuff man.
Scary stuff.
I whipped this together last night
doing my cooking dance around the kitchen
while listening to
NCIS from the other room.
Then magic happened.
Magic always happens when I bake,
but especially so when making Rhubarb.
Turning something that is rather (SUPER-DUBPER!) tart
into a dessert seems unnatural.
The kind of thing only magic (of the Harry Potter variety) can achieve.
They were good.
A do-again for sure.
May the force be with you.
Kokie
PS: In case you noticed, which you probably did because you are, of coarse, very astute (being one of my blog readers you must be-also you're beautiful-thought you should know), I capitalized Rhubarb. Because it is a regal fruit(?).
As noted to make it into things requires magic (and sugar-lots of it.)
But it also requires respect-as all ingredients do-so they will work together for me.
Thats why I capitalize Rhubarb, just in case you were interested/worried about me/puzzled/intrigued.
PPS: This post with all of its silliness is what happens when a tired girl gets a hold of the world wide web to explain how magical baking can be.
