Rhubarb & Savoy Cabbage-Opposites on Color Wheel
How do you feel about rhubarb? People either love it or hate it. There is no in-between. The rhubarb in Joan’s garden returns every year. The leaves are supposedly poison. To me the word rhubarb is comical. A sure sign of Spring. The lighting was not great at the grocery but sometimes one is moved to photograph anyway. Click the word rhubarb for more info, recipes and how to tend it. Rhubarb reminds me of my grandmother. My sister made strawberry rhubarb preserves and we’d slather it on warm Zito’s bread when the kids and I would visit her in NYC.