RecipeMuncher

Unless I’m forgetting a pivotal rhubarb-related incident from the wilds of my childhood, I do not hold any nostalgia-based predilection for it. Not an ounce, not an iota. I can’t recall my first taste of rhubarb. I can’t even tell you, in a tone with longing evident, of the time I had a certain dish that changed my life forever because of its rhubarbed glory. I learned to cook rhubarb because those I love the most like it very much. A boringly straightforward reason, I know. I (...)