Rhubarb: memories of my Grandma in Michigan sitting on her porch (as described in an earlier post), gigantic mosquitos trying to eat me alive, and some pretty wonderful pies. Grandma was raised on a farm and I'm sure she cooked some pretty wonderful meals when we visited. Why do I only remember green iced tea on the table, wilted lettuce salad with sugar on it, and that pie? Maybe because I never had any of those things growing up in Phoenix.
I was excited to make Roasted Rhubarb with the other Doristas. (page 397 in "around my french table") I found great looking rhubarb at our local Sprouts. As far as I know, we can't grow it here in Phoenix. I wonder it if could be a winter plant, maybe I'll investigate. Anyway, nothing could be more simple than following Dorie's recipe and coming up with a most wonderful rhubarb dish. Three ingredients, come on!
PS. I don't like it when strawberries try to get into my rhubarb. So let's not go there.