I have chosen a smaller stalk that grows in so many backyards, and yields such sweet reward. My friend Daily Spud shows off her garden yield and shares with me. Think of it as a mini tree for the wee creatures and fairies that roam the low ground...
I can't help but to tell you to pour your self a cold glass of Porter or pint of Guinness and sit down, because the Irish in me is taking over...
Back in Ireland, the spring of my youth, on the cusps of beautiful April. I met this nice lad, a bit young for me, but he had good intentions. I was never to pass up a good social. His friends arranged to meet at a pot luck with good food and a local band at play.
Most of the night he informed his friends how beautiful and enchanting I was. True love had entered his door, and lonely he would be no more! He also brought me a wee rhubarb pie, for which- I had never tasted. When he had learned I was visiting, he says, he made it himself, a welcoming gift, and just for me!
Never having had rhubarb, with all the thought put into it, I did wonder "had he grown it himself"? I figured it was special and had magical ingredients. We cut the pie and spread its blessings around the room. The night continued on as the lad only had eyes for me, so I gave him a good deal of attention in return.
As the night rang on, the more the drinks flowed, stories, truth be told, and THAT is when I discovered there was no magic in that pie, except upon the tongue. His friends made sure I knew the whole story of ruby rhubarb love intentions.
For the lad had lied and brought me a pie made by another women, one for whom he had no feelings at all. Then I slammed my pint down, threw back my chair, downed my whiskey, and informed him I had eyes for another!
I have been in love with rhubarb ever since...
Yes, tis a true story... ~ Chef E
13 comments:
Special and magical
I love it!!!!!Way to tell a story my friend!
Happy weekend!
Well, pardon my words here, but to HELL with trees, let's toast that rhubarb pie! (just kidding--you know I love trees) However...
...about 1 minute ago I was just telling Nan that I would like to make a rhubarb pie this weekend.
I loved it.
I would give just about anything to grow rhubarb here in the south. no one knows of it. and my fav... strawberry rhubarb pie.
My grandmother now 96 used to make a mean apple & rhubarb pie! This was a lovely post Elizabeth. Have an awesome weekend!
A neat story, Elizabeth! I'll look at the rhubarb in my yard differently now. (though I'll probably still give it all away to people who appreciate it more than I!)
Ahh, I have locked on four words....
"ruby rhubarb love intentions." Wonderful story, well told ..and yes, I believe it. The truth is always better than fiction.
Oh, and yes, trees.
I love rhubarb. We have a little bit growing in our garden, but not enough.
such a romantic story to remember.
sorry I don't love rhubarb or rhubarb pie, The Kiwis love it. They even feature it on their National matser chef cooking show.
As for guiness, I always equate,
Guiness + my grand dad + 2 raw eggs = superman according to him. We used to watch him down two raw eggs in a pint of guiness when he came to visit.
Ha Ha Ha! Great story! Not a big fan or rhubarb myself though.
cute story. he probably didn't like rhubarb so passed it on to you. :-)
LOL! I loved your story! Have a great weekend!
What a memorable way to be introduced to rhubarb! Too funny.
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