Our rhubarb plants have finally recovered from their years in large pots and are celebrating with a massive crop this year.
We have had many delicious desserts over the past few months but haven't succeeded in exhausting the crop at all. Sarah reminded me about an old fashioned drink I made from rhubarb as a child. We called it rhubarb fizz as it is pinkish in colour and quite effervescent, delicious served icy cold and blindingly simple to make.
Tim found the old home brew plastic barrel which we had stored away with other wine and beer making equipment, pulled a huge armful of rhubarb and I got a batch underway.
We actually drank our first bottle last evening, just five days after bottling it. It was very pleasant and a wonderfully nostalgic taste into the bargain.
The previous batch of chutney I made earlier in the summer was not as successful. Not that it didn't taste delicious, Rhubarb makes a deliciously fruity but tart chutney, absolutely delicious with cheese, (among many other things). Tim very kindly helped me on that occasion by cutting up the stalks, but into rather longish pieces. When cooked the chutney, being slightly greenish in colour, resembled pond weed!
I made sure this time that the stalks were cut in very much smaller pieces.
My fishing brother is also my BBQing brother (he has many hats!), and he asked us to his annual event on Australia Day last Tuesday. As usual he had a great barbeque and his host of friends and neighbours are a great bunch. To thank him I made him a little BBQ box card...
Often times the signage is quite amusing and creative...they want to get their message across to any passing gardener but don't want to offend by using any of the more down-to-earth descriptors...if you get my meaning.
Last weekend when we went for a drive, I saw this sign and had to take a pic as I hadn't ever read this message before!
Bye now,
Di