Rhubarb brought back some memories. When I was a child, one of our Oak Street neighbors frequently gave us rhubarb from his extensive gardens. Mom would cook it up with HUGE amounts of sugar.
After Mom died, we discovered that rhubarb was something Dad really enjoyed. We cooked some up for him and then he learned how to prepare it himself. There weren't too many things he cooked "from scratch" in quantities for one person (His Navy and Scout experiences provided ample opportunities to cook for large numbers of people). After Dad died we found quite a quantity of rhubarb that he'd cooked and frozen in the basement freezer.
Dad had some definite opinions about food - what combinations were acceptable. Click here for his comment about a salad Mom's mother made for him (only one time). If I'm remembering correctly, Dad felt chocolate pudding didn't belong in a pie and neither did rhubarb.
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