This is the first year for my rhubarb in my garden. Sometimes I wonder why I didn't plant it earlier, but nonetheless, here it is now.
When I was a little girl, my sister, Jessie, and I used to sit out in our grandma's patch pulling up rhubarb and dipping it into little tin cups of sugar. My grandma would always tell us that we would get stomach aches, but I don't remember ever getting one!
Making my rhubarb pie in my kitchen made me think of my grandma. She froze the rhubarb and then, in the deepest part of the winter, she pulled it out and cooked it slowly on the back of the stove. The smell permeated her house along with the scent of her sugar cookies. I can still smell it today.
So, give rhubarb a chance, and if you don't like it, you can at least sing the song by John Fogarty!