Number two son, Peter, called to say he was coming to visit last weekend. Ever the Mother, (Peter is 36) I set about to plan the perfect, home-cooked meal.
Being spring, and being a fair, pastry chef, I thought Rhubarb Pie would be the perfect dessert. The only problem was/is - my rhubarb patch is pathetic! Nicki, on the other hand, has the best rhubarb patch in the county. Growing in what must be perfect sun and soil conditions, Nicki's rhubarb reaches gigantic heights and flavour very early in the season.
Normally I would simply have called Nicki and begged for rhubarb. And, as she has done in the past, she would have generously given me lots . But Nicki was out of town on pie-making day. So, Nicki, I stole your rhubarb. Enough for a delicious pie. Oh and maybe just a bit extra for the freezer.
It was delicious and I'm hoping my penance won't be too severe.