This morning I was despairing at the state of Haddock's, when I noticed that the forcing pot over one of my Rhubarb crowns had lifted itself right off the ground.
When I took it off, this (above) is what I found. A dozen or so stunningly beautiful stems of fresh forced Rhubarb.
Unfortunately Lady Magnon is away playing with grandchildren at the moment, so I shall be deprived of a crumble for a while, but I shall certainly have a few stems just plain cooked with a splash of orange juice and half a teaspoon of sugar.
New season's cooked Rhubarb with a big blob of thick cream...... Oh MATRON!