There are some foods you don’t particularly notice being a child or teen, but then, almost all at once, start to be obsessed with. My next food story is about gorgeous rhubarb, friends!
Being a child, we had a lot of rhubarb my parents used to grow in our summer cottage. I guess they might haven’t cultivated it – once planted rhubarb doesn’t need you attention. It just gradually conquers and annexes the surrounded territories. I could have enjoyed it during summer time if I had had any developed palate, but I just took it for granted. Perhaps it was the way too tart for a kid. My mom would make some kind of rhubarb drink and pies, and that were basically the only two things. I don’t know what happened, but then for a number of years it disappeared from that garden and quite soon we wouldn’t have that cottage as well.