When I had my very first potager here in France I planted rhubarb.
I have always loved rhubarb.
My mother made at least two Rhubarb Custard Pies for the annual Mother’s Day family feast and countless Rhubarb Crisps during the rest of May.
They were my two favorite desserts, even surpassing chocolate.
At the end of the season she cut … Continue reading.....