Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Return to reality

I've finally shaken that fog of post folk festival nostalgia which has caused me to have my head lodged firmly up me own arse this past week. I think it was the rhubarb that did it. We may not be able to grow much around here, but by the Billy Bejeezus, we can sure grow rhubarb.

I harvested 38 cups of rhubarb from under the kitchen window this weekend, only to discover that I still had a freezer full from last year and from earlier this season. So I stewed up a bunch of it and turned part of that into a torte with a shortbread base. Pretty tasty stuff, but you can only eat so much baking before you need to haul out the chainsaw to make the doors in the house a bit wider. So now I have a freezer that is really really full of rhubarb. Does anyone have any suggestions? Like some table top recipes for turning it into a biofuel or anything like that?

My laptop has returned home from its little spa vacation where it had the worms sucked out of it. Then of course we were able to spend some quality time together re-installing everything. And then uninstalling and reinstalling after getting ominous error messages from the antivirus program. God I hate technology. Give me a big knife and a patch of rhubarb to hack through and I can kick some ass; make me the resident computer expert by sheer default and it's enough to make a strong man weep.

The Resident Offspring left for a week of drama camp this morning. I miss the little bugger already, but I now have a chance to finish up Harry Potter before she accidentally tells me another spoiler. She wants a debrief on the book when she returns.

At work we have a major grant application due at the end of the month and I am starting to get a bit nervous about the rapidly shrinking timeframe, especially as this is the first grant application that we are submitting without the benefit of having some established scientists on board. Plus I am going to Manitoba for a week soon. I have a feeling that the last week in August is going to be hell.

But in the meanwhile, I am planning to hit the Fringe Festival a few times next week. Sometimes I am more grasshopper than I am ant.


11 comments:

Bubs said...

Rhubarb pie.

Rhubarb cobbler.

Strawberry rhubarb pie.

Deb said...

Just had some strawberry/rhubarb pie....YUM.

The Bay here used to just have a dish of cooked rhubarb with oatmeal cookies on the side...it was my favorite thing there.

I love the last line of this post and will be quoting you I'm sure....I'm also a bit of a grasshopper myself these days.

Allison said...

Mmmm rhubarb. YUM. I do love it. Addictive, like crack. Or as I imagine crack would be addictive.

Glad to hear your laptop is back safe and sound and the reinstalling has taken place. That's never a fun job.

Good luck finishing off Harry Potter :)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Bubs, you've been Simpsonized! You are rapidly gaining a reputation for having a revolving door avatar, you know.
Rhubarb cobbler would hit the spot right about now.

Deb, there's nothing quite like rhubarb with oatmeal. I know you'll back me on this, being a fellow oatmeal affecionado. I'm thinking of inventing some kind of rhubarb oatmeal muffin. If it's not horrible, I'll post it on Food Porn.
If you can't spend the summer grasshoppering, when can you? Winter will come soon enough.

And yet, cheaper than crack, Al. Isn't it great how that all works out?
The endless reinstalling probably wouldn't be too bad for someone who actually knew what they were doing, but I am just a poseur.
"finishing off Harry Potter"? Are you trying to tell me something? lalalalalala I can't hear you!
Summer

justacoolcat said...

I just don't get into Rhubarb.

I know that I'm deficient.

leazwell said...

I can't think of any recipes for rhubarb that wouldn't necessitate widening the door so...

There is this fiddle festival through Saturday in Galax ,VA. but unfortunately we have other plans so I can't even catch an afternoon of it.

JustRun said...

Wow, lotta rhubarb, Barb. Ha, sorry, couldn't resist.

JustRun said...

Wow, lotta rhubarb, Barb. Ha, sorry, couldn't resist.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I'll bet if I got my brother's recipe for rhubarb wine, I could convert you, Just A.

I do appreciate you not passing along any chainsaw requiring recipes, Leazwell. I'm already eyeing up the remains of that rhubarb torte.
That sounds like a fun festival too! There is just too much going on in the summer all at once.

Repeat that a few times and you've got yourself a Grammy winning hiphop song, Justrun!

Dale said...

I used to love dipping rhubarb into sugar when I was young. I did the same thing with carrots. Was I a horse? A pony I guess. Now, I'm like Justacoolcat, deficient.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Carrots in sugar? Holy sweet tooth, Dale! I hate to tell you but it sounds like you were more deficient then than you are now.