The same story repeats every spring, my body requires rhubarb. I’m starving for it and I just have to have it. Sometimes is difficult to get it, but the sweeter is the victory.
No matter which recipe I use for the cake, sour rhubarb inside will satisfy all requirements.
In case I need to use rhubarb economically, then I add it in small pieces to the morning oatmeal. Of course, I don’t eat it raw, it would be too strong even for such admirer like me.
Once my annual need is saturated, I no longer need to know about rhubarb until next spring, when my obsession will reappear with regular certainty.
My watercolor painting is reminiscent of my love to rhubarb and cakes from it.