where wildly different is perfectly normal
Know what this is?
Know what this is?

Know what this is?

This is the true sign of spring.

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Pretty ugly, ain’t it?

Dirty and bulbous and really, Jen, just what the hell is that thing?

You don’t recognize him?
He’s starting to sprout. At this rate, we’ll be pulling rhubarb by mid-April. I still have 40 (yes, forty) cups of chopped rhubarb in my freezer from last summer.
Pray for me. It’s going to be a long summer.

11 Comments

  1. Rhubarb is the fruit of your yard. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, sauté it. There’s, um, rhubarb kebabs, rhubarb creole, rhubarb gumbo, pan fried, deep fried, stir fried. There’s pineapple rhubarb and lemon rhubarb, coconut rhubarb, pepper rhubarb, rhubarb soup, rhubarb stew, rhubarb salad, rhubarb and potatoes, rhubarb burger, rhubarb sandwich… That’s, that’s about it.

  2. I think it was last month’s issue of Marths Stewart Living that had a metric ton of rhubarb recipes. I think I still have it laying around somewhere if you would like it.

    Otherwise, yes, I will be praying for you.

  3. Rhubarb, damn that plant. I spent too many hours slaving in my dad’s garden tending to his huge rhubarb patch. I will say though, his love of gardening did make down to me. I just don’t do rhubarb.

    BTW, I tagged you to do a six word memoir. Your life in six words. Try it. It was tougher than I thought it would be.

  4. mertonens

    I’m either losing it, or I’ve been telepathically communicating with your son, the artist, cuz on first glance I saw a bunch of scorpions scratching around in the desert.
    I think the snow is making me squirrelly!

    Kat

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