Just steps outside of my back door there is a big rhubarb plant. I've become a pie making machine.
(Which is one of many ways to avoid those last boxes to unpack.)
I thought it might be a fun project to snap a photo and post a blurb each day for a year as way to keep in touch with family and friends who are far away. And as a way to stop and smell the roses as they say. Even though in Chicago,for much of the year,the roses are covered in ice and snow and are often peed on by dogs.
3 comments:
Nice! You can make a raw rhubarb pie, too. I used this recipe to make muffin-sized strawberry/rhubarb tarts for a birthday celebration at work, and everyone loved them.
Yum! I like the site too.
Bring some of that rhubarb action over here...or better yet, I'll come see your new house and (twist my arm) help you eat some rhubarb pie. ;)
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