In downsizing to a remote fishing village in Downeast Maine, this eclectic writer feels everything's coming together.
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rhubarb pie! OMG I love that stuff…. and just stewed rhubarb in a little dish that ya eat with a spoon…. just the mention of rhubarb makes me think of my late husband Bob, and my grandmother Piper…. he could grow anything… she is responsible for my earliest recollection of wonderful stuff to eat… drool drool drool
I can taste that yummy rhubarb. In fact I think I’ll see if my neighbor across the road still has any. My husband used to have a patch, but that was long ago, no one took care of it after he died. alas, poor rhubarb!
rhubarb pie! OMG I love that stuff…. and just stewed rhubarb in a little dish that ya eat with a spoon…. just the mention of rhubarb makes me think of my late husband Bob, and my grandmother Piper…. he could grow anything… she is responsible for my earliest recollection of wonderful stuff to eat… drool drool drool
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I can taste that yummy rhubarb. In fact I think I’ll see if my neighbor across the road still has any. My husband used to have a patch, but that was long ago, no one took care of it after he died. alas, poor rhubarb!