I don’t do pies. I just don’t. Maybe you have to grow up with pies and learn to make them with your mother or your grandmother… Tarts, however, that’s another story. Maybe because they are easier to make than pies? I mean, you certainly can […]
Until recently I thought tender all-summer long rhubarb was available only in place like England, the Pacific Northwest or Maine. Places with cool and moist summers. Places like Vachon Island where my blog pal Tom of Tall Clover Farm harvest armfuls upon armfuls of crimson stemmed monsters. Makes me turn green with envy…
I was convinced that rhubarb in Virginia was a fleeting all-too brief treasure, the plants sending flowers forth as soon as it got too hot and then considerably slowing down for the summer. Because this denizen of the mountains of Central Asia likes it cool. And since we rarely have a real long cool even-temperatured spring here (let alone a mild summer!), I thought: in Virginia you got rhubarb in May and that was it.
Anyway, that is indeed what I thought until very very recently. Until last week as a matter of fact. (more…)