Necessity may be the mother of invention, but cravings are the big brother of cooking! I had to go to a short meeting this afternoon at work, and when I returned, this was happening…
Rhubarb. It’s ripe. It’s tangy. It’s crispy. It stains your mouth and your fingers. And it’s downright SOUR. My boys LOVE IT.
It’s okay that we already picked a lot of it, and made a huge rhubarb crisp with it. What I had left growing were skinny, young stalks that need a year or so to fill out. But still. And those knives? Yes, those are pocket knives. They will take any opportunity they can grab to pull them out and put them to use!
Besides, when you’re craving something with rhubarb, ya just gotta!
“Can we make jam with this?” asked the boy who really doesn’t like any kind of jam. Not even on bread with peanut butter.
“Jam? I don’t know. I’ve never had rhubarb jam before,” I replied. It sounded lame even as it left my mouth. Translation: I really don’t want to make rhubarb jam. I really don’t want to waste a whole bunch of sugar for something you probably won’t eat anyway.
But jam, we shall make. If my boys want to do something like this, and got the idea all on their own, you betcha I will make sure it happens!