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It is or was common for a crowd of extras in acting to shout the word "rhubarb" repeatedly and out of step with each other, to cause the effect of general hubbub.
Well, the only hubbub going on around here today was the yearly harvest taking place in our tiny little rhubarb patch. We've had a couple of plants for several years now, and since rhubarb thrives on neglect, it does very well in our garden. We love rhubarb, and apparently if you harvest it before mid-June, it contains less oxalic acid, which means that your teeth will feel less furry when you eat it. And remember, those leaves are poisonous! A little oxalic acid won't hurt you. A lot probably will.
While I was at the grocery store I picked up some juicy local strawberries and then went to work.
The cinnamon rhubarb muffins have a nice crunchy sugared top and the strawberry-rhubarb compote is flavoured with vanilla and cardamom. Great over ice cream or panna cotta and also good as a relish with cold sliced pork.
I'll be doing some further baking this evening because (pssst!) tomorrow is my birthday, and in Germany if you don't make (or buy) yourself a cake, no one else will. Them's the rules.
You're all invited to stop in on Friday to watch me slide even further down the hill I went over several years ago. Should be a lot of laughs. I guess middle-age really depends on how long one plans to live, doesn't it?