{"id":1745,"date":"2005-05-26T03:54:00","date_gmt":"2005-05-26T03:54:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2005\/05\/26\/rhubarb-better-late-than-never-and-right-on-time"},"modified":"2015-09-24T03:54:23","modified_gmt":"2015-09-24T03:54:23","slug":"rhubarb-better-late-than-never-and-right-on-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2005\/05\/rhubarb-better-late-than-never-and-right-on-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Rhubarb: better late than never, and right on time"},"content":{"rendered":"
I\u2019ve been horribly distracted.<\/p>\n
Between radishes<\/a> and fennel<\/a>, beets<\/a> and blueberries<\/a>\u2014not to mention the gaping black hole that was my thesis, which, now<\/em> completed(!),<\/em> shall no longer loom darkly over Orangette\u2014I almost forgot about rhubarb<\/strong><\/a>, my favorite fruit that\u2019s actually a vegetable<\/strong>. Its puckery yet delicate flavor is, to me, the epitome of spring, and the sound of a sharp knife slicing through its purply-red stalks\u2014like a fleshy, feminine version of celery<\/strong>\u2014never ceases to satisfy. Nonetheless, I\u2019ve had a wandering eye; the generous spread of springtime fruits and vegetables has a way of making a girl terribly fickle. But a couple of days ago\u2014and not a moment too soon\u2014my gaze fell on a very patient basket of rhubarb, languishing on a shelf in the produce section. And that very same day, a strangely fortuitous rhubarb-related fact tumbled into my lap.*<\/p>\n