spontaneous rhubarb compote
Rhubarb is phenomenal. Especially when yo mix it with the intricacies of the German language and create words like Rhababerbarbarabarbarbarenbartbabierbierbarbärbel in this beautiful story.
Also when you cook with it.
Last weekend I got to take a souvenir from my mum’s garden: a handful of rhubarb stalks. I was on the run, so whipping up some compote for Dub when he got home seemed like the sensible thing to do. Too bad that over having some myself I forgot to leave him a note, saying that he should have some…
The great thing about rhubarb compote is that all you need to do, is chop up the stalks, toss them in a pot on low heat with a little water and a little sugar and go do something else while the compote is bubblin’.