I can never look at a rhubarb plant without thinking about my father. I promised to make him a pie this year as soon as my rhubarb was ready. My mother hated rhubarb because she got too much of it when she was young so she would never cook it.
I made a wonderful pie with purchased rhubarb a couple of years ago and it was probably the best one that I ever made. He loved it but I still wanted to make one with my own rhubarb. Since this was the magic year three of growth for my rhubarb I was looking forward to harvesting as much as I wanted.
My father passed away in April, before I could make him a pie so it is kind of hard to look at it now. I'm trying to find other uses for it as I don't really have the heart to make a pie right now. I know eventually I will probably make another pie, eat it with friends or family and think of him. I know he wouldn't have wanted me to waste it so I have made some rhubarb jam with rosemary and some rhubarb chutney. I don't know whether he would have approved, he probably would have wanted me to make that pie!
