Mr Lear came back from the market Saturday with armloads of rhubarb - an armload for the sorbet, an armload for the crisp, and this armload for the compote - all courtesy Mr. Lebovitz. It was the edge of a leftover ricotta orange pancake dipped in the remains of the rhubarb crisp that inspired magnificents - it was like suddenly thinking things and being able to speak them in Hungarian - crusty, moist, both sweet and sour with salt and wine and spring.
I made strawberry rhubarb pie with a small bunch Mr. Phila bought this weekend! What a coinkidink! I'd never tasted, let alone cook with, the stuff. It was marvelous...make that magnificent.
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Rhubarb is my favorite!!! I, too, have rhubarb and am making pie tomorrow! If there's enough leftover, I'll make a loaf of rhubarb bread. But how do you do the compote?
ReplyDeleteOh yum, rhubarb crisp is one of my favorites! I've never tried sorbet, but can imagine the deliciousness...
ReplyDeleteOh I miss Rhubarb. I miss Grama. She used to make strawberry-rhubarb pie for my birthday instead of cake. I've never seen it here in South Florida.
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