Month: March 2011

Rh I love to eat rhubarb now, but when I was little I didn’t, especially stewed into a gluey pink mess and served for breakfast.   Disguised as pie, however, with strawberries added  and mother’s melt-in–your mouth pie crust, it was not the same vegetable at all.  It  seemed miraculous to me that such a sour… Continue reading More Rhubarb

Well, that’s it. Symptoms of advancing years popping up, or maybe creakily- becoming- vertical, with each passing day. I walk down to Collins’, the green-grocer in the square to – What else?   buy veggies and fruit. This walk in itself is a Good Thing, as it not only conserves gas, but helps keep my… Continue reading Rhubarb