My mother always had a huge rhubarb patch. She used to make crisps and pies all summer long. They were always so delicious and I can remember picking a stalk of the rhubarb and dipping it in sugar and eating it raw. Sour and sweet all at the same time. I loved it! I have always had a hard time finding rhubarb here in North Carolina. It doesn’t seem to be a common plant in the South. So while out shopping I stumbled upon some in the frozen fruit section of the supermarket and boy was I excited. (I know I know not fresh, but still . . . . . . ). I scurried right home with it and whipped up my mother’s recipe for rhubarb crisp! The Husband loved it!
Рецепт Rhubarb Crisp
American