I don't normally touch my rhubarb until it's fully grown and asking to be picked.
This year, however, I spotted some early pink buds up at Haddock's, and decided to place some large black upturned tree-pots (giant flower-pots) over them, to encourage an early crop.
I know it's usually refered to as 'forced rhubarb', but personally I like to think of it as 'gently encouraged'.
As you can probably see, it was totally free from those annoying little slug bites, and was so tender that it cooked (in a splash of orange juice) in a matter of seconds.
Delicious!
If I die when would they find my body?
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Well, you all know me, always something organised, always someone to see,
Always something to do .
Since Friday I’ve done absolutely nothing
I feel full ...
1 day ago

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ReplyDeleteAh, rhubarb! It's just started showing up in the grocery stores here, at $4 a pound. Yikes. I remember when my dad grew it in abundance.
ReplyDeleteI've a hankering for some strawberry-rhubarb pie with just a touch of orange zest. Perhaps on Easter Sunday....
oh, yum!
ReplyDeleteRhubarb cake is calling my name. ((drool))
ReplyDeleteI'm going to have to try that Cro. I need rhubarb for Jims birthday on the 14th. Tradition has it that he needs a rhubarb pie on that day. thanks!
ReplyDeleteOh, man! I have to try that. I've been watching my rhubbarb like a hawk....waiting for my strawberry-rhubarb pie!
ReplyDeleteAnd from the other comments on your blog, I can see that I'm not the only one.