What to Do with Rhubarb & Rhubarb Crisp

It’s been a funny spring, a meteorological adventure. We wore sundresses on Easter Sunday but within a day or two were assailed by rain and snow. And then more heat, more snow, more rain and on and on it goes. Proving once again, if you don’t like the weather in New England, just wait a few minutes or at the most a few days.

At least for today there is no snow in the forecast and the sun is shining. When I look over my shoulder and out my office window I am rewarded with a forest of dazzling color. The maple and beech trees are in full leaf. Far from pale and demure, the bright and brilliant spring green leaves are practically florescent.

My brave daffodils are fading fast but the lilacs are in bloom, the lupines are beginning to bud and the rhubarb is at least two feet high. The rhubarb is a gift from my sister. When I moved into my house near Pleasant Lake there were no gardens just a lot of grass and a few bushes. Brenda came over with boxes and buckets filled with day lilies, Siberian iris, lilac, rhubarb and advice.

After I got it planted, I began to wonder what to do with the rhubarb. I asked Brenda if she had any great ideas. If I remember correctly, she told me that she grew rhubarb more for its good looks than for eating. With its big dark green leaves and red stalks it is indeed beautiful. My Pop Nye grew rhubarb when I was a kid. I remember his rhubarb plants were huge, at least as big as a five year old me.  However, I don’t remember eating his rhubarb. Thinking back it is doubly strange because my grandmother did a lot of baking, even during the summer.  She made lots of pies, cakes and crisps with blueberries, blackberries and raspberries, maybe even cherries, but not a one with rhubarb.

The first year, the plant was small so I followed Brenda’s advice and simply admired it. I think I did the same in year two. Eventually, I decided that I needed to make something out of it. I thought of pie. My friend Julie bakes rhubarb pies. She bakes them often enough that rhubarb pie might qualify as one of her specialties. She tops them with a fancy lattice crust which makes them all the more special. I decided to keep it simple and settled on rhubarb crisp; some call it a crumble.

I like the flexibility of a fruit crisp. You can use lots of different fruits. In the fall and winter my favorite is apple, with and without cranberries. In the summer, I make it with blueberries, peaches and plums. While I usually use fresh fruit, I have used frozen. They are homey and friendly, perfect for a casual get-together or a simple celebration. I’ve baked crisps and crumbles for cozy dinners for three or four as well as for parties of 100 or more.

Crisp seemed like a good starting point for my culinary experiments with rhubarb. My parents had nothing better to do so I invited them to take part in the research. I made it worth their while by throwing in dinner. We all agreed that it was delicious, a little tart and a little sweet. Now it is one of my go-to spring desserts; year round actually since rhubarb freezes beautifully.

Since that first rhubarb crisp, I have made rustic rhubarb crostatas and flan, rhubarb muffins and cakes as well as strawberry-rhubarb soup. Rhubarb and yummy rhubarb desserts are now among my favorite signs of spring.

Enjoy and bon appétit!

Old-Fashioned Rhubarb Crisp or Crumble
Who doesn’t love a good crisp or crumble? If you have never made one with rhubarb, give it a try! Enjoy!
Serves 6-8

1 tablespoon butter
2 pounds rhubarb, washed trimmed and cut into bite-sized pieces
Grated zest 1 orange
1 tablespoon Grand Marnier
2/3 cup light brown sugar, packed
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
Pinch salt

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.  Generously butter a 2 quart baking dish.

Combine the rhubarb with the orange zest, Grand Marnier, brown sugar and spices.  Pour into the baking dish. Sprinkle with the crumble topping.

Put the crisp on a baking sheet to catch any drips and bake until the top is brown and the fruit is bubbly, 45 minutes to 1 hour.  Serve warm with vanilla ice cream.

Crispy-Crumbly Topping
3/4 cup flour
1 cup sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ginger
1 pinch nutmeg
4 ounces cold, unsalted butter, cut into small pieces
3/4 cup quick-cooking oatmeal

Combine the flour, sugar, salt and spices in a food processor; pulse to combine.  Add the butter, pulse until the mixture resembles coarse corn meal.  Add the oatmeal; pulse until the topping comes together in small lumps.

*To freeze rhubarb, wash, dry, trim and chop the stalks into bite size pieces. Then, store in plastic re-sealable bags. Do not thaw before using. 

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Life Lessons at the Track & Strawberry-Rhubarb Soup

The first two jewels in horseracing’s Triple Crown have been particularly exciting this year. Stories from the track have thrilled us and touched us. I’m thinking that a horse race must be a metaphor for something. The trouble is, I’m not exactly sure what.

First, there was the Kentucky Derby. A fifty-to-one long shot sailed over the finish line and claimed first place. This heroic race suggests that a horse race is about underdogs or triumph over the establishment. The Mine that Bird team looked good for it: an ex-rodeo rider with a big black cowboy hat and a broken leg for a trainer, a Cajun jockey with only an elementary school education and a plucky three year old on a losing streak.

At two, Mine that Bird was a Canadian champion. But oh, what a difference a year makes. At three, Mine that Bird was down on his luck. Maybe it was a sign of the times but the horse was having a bad year. So maybe horseracing isn’t about bucking the establishment, maybe it’s about second chances and getting your stride back. It’s tough to get old, even if it’s only the ripe old age of three.

And who hasn’t ever been in a slump? Maybe you’re in one now. Whether it takes 2 minutes and 2.66 seconds, several weeks, months or even a year or two, there’s nothing like climbing back on top. And hey, the nice thing about life’s winner’s circle, unlike horseracing, you get to define victory. Winning doesn’t have to be huge; it just has to be sweet.

Then came the Preakness and the stunning filly, Rachel Alexandra. She didn’t run in the Derby and she wasn’t registered for the Preakness until the last minute. In spite of her string of spectacular victories, it seems her owners were old school. They didn’t think she should run with the boys.

Less than a week to go before the starting bell at Baltimore, Rachel Alexandra was sold. She ran straight into the arms of new, more open-minded owners. Just in the nick of time, Rachel Alexandra was entered in the Preakness. She ran head to head with the boys and for the first time in eighty-five years, a filly was the first across the finish line at Pimlico.

So it looks like horseracing might also be about catching a break; getting and then taking the chance to shine. Next time you hesitate to try something new because you’re a girl, too young, too old, too whatever, think again. Besides, it’s not just about winning. Most of the time, winning isn’t even terribly important. Most of the time, participation is what matters.

The Belmont Stakes are fast approaching. Bookies are figuring out the odds. Owners, trainers and jockeys are scrutinizing the competition, the track and the weather forecast. And the horses? Well I guess the horses are doing whatever they do to get ready for a race … relax? meditate? load up on carbs?

When it’s over, maybe we can figure out if and why life is like a horse race. For now, you might want to think about inviting friends and family over for the Triple Crown’s final jewel. The Belmont Stakes are not as fancy as the Derby or Preakness. Big hats are optional, shorts and sneakers are definitely ok. Grab a bouquet of white carnations, whip up a batch of Belmont Breeze and fire up the grill for fun and festivity. The race only lasts a few minutes; you’ll have all evening to celebrate … and ponder any lessons learned. Enjoy and,

Bon appétit – Susan

Zuppa Fragola-Rabarbaro (Strawberry-Rhubarb Soup)

This refreshing dessert soup is a sure bet. A little sweet, a little tart it is the perfect ending to a warm weather feast. Enjoy!


Serves 6

1/2 pound rhubarb, chopped
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 inch piece ginger, finely grated
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
Pinch freshly ground pepper
Pinch kosher salt
Juice of 1/2 lime
Juice of 4 oranges (about 2 cups)
1/2 pound strawberries, hulled and chopped
Zuppa Inglese (recipe follows)
Garnish: grated lime zest

Put the rhubarb, sugar and juices in a saucepan, bring to a boil over medium-high heat, reduce heat and simmer, covered, until mushy. Let cool completely.

Put the rhubarb and strawberries in a blender or food processor and process until smooth. Refrigerate until ready to serve.

Spoon the soup into serving bowls or glasses, drizzle with Zuppa Inglese, garnish with lime zest and serve.

Zuppa Inglese

1/2 cup sugar
3 egg yolks
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup cream
Grated zest of 1 orange
Grated zest of 1/2 lime
2 teaspoons Grand Marnier
Pinch nutmeg

Prepare an ice bath fitted with a medium bowl; set aside.

Put the yolks, zest and sugar in a small saucepan; whisk to combine. Whisk in the milk and cream. Cook, stirring constantly until the custard reaches 170 degrees on a candy thermometer. Strain the custard though a fine mesh sieve into the bowl set in the ice bath. Stir in the Grand Marnier and nutmeg; let cool completely. Refrigerate until ready to serve.

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Getting Ready for Mothers’ Day & Rhubarb Muffins

So I’m keeping my fingers crossed. I think that really and truly spring has sprung! At one point, it even seemed that we might just bypass spring and head straight into summer. The garden is filled with a blooming bounty of daffodils. Most of the tulips were nibbled down to the nub by the deer but at few survived this indignity and are getting ready to burst. Unfortunately, I suspect that the deer decided a little color would be nice with their greens and are waiting for these few tulips to bloom. I can sense them spying from the woods across the road. It won’t be long before they saunter over and treat the rest of my spring garden like an all-you-can-eat salad bar.

The best part of these early spring days is the thrilling absence of black flies. It is great to be back in t-shirts and sneakers and revel in the sunshine. Even better is the chance to spend some time in the warm, wonderful sunshine unfettered by black flies. If that little window of opportunity has not yet slammed shut where you live, it will soon. Before you know it, a few early scouts will start to nose around, doing recognizance for the hordes to come. A neighbor told me that she has already spotted one or two; I’m hoping she’s wrong.

There is a wonderful peace and calm to gardening, at least in my neighborhood. The quiet is only broken by the twitter of birds and the clunk of my shovel. Except for this year, this year the thud of the nail gun and buzz of the chop saw are adding their music to my garden. My porch fell down, not this past winter but the one before, the one with record snowfalls. It has obviously taken a while to get it all sorted and rebuilt. Construction started last fall but it wasn’t quite completed before the ice and snow fell. The carpenter promises it will be ready for Mothers’ Day.

The porch should be the perfect spot for a Mothers’ Day brunch. My snowbird mother will be back from the south. She and my father make their way north every spring, generally arriving a few days before Mothers’ Day. They time their arrival to miss the snow but usually manage to get back in time to welcome the black flies.

Like most mothers, my poor mom has had more than her fair share of special breakfasts in bed. For years, she endured Mothers’ Day mornings of sticky-sweet Hawaiian fruit punch, burnt toast and soggy rice crispies. We served her breakfasts that only a mother could love and she received them with grace, enthusiasm and good humor.

That is my mother; she is all about enthusiasm and good humor. No matter what she does, she always manages to do it with a sense of fun, ease and grace. Maybe it is her special superpower to make everything look effortless and easy. You often read about people who face life with dignity and grace. While their lives are inspiring, they often seem rather intimidating and awfully serious. My mom is too warm-hearted, too cheerful to be intimidating.

This is not to say she flighty or foolish. When the situation warrants, my mother can be very serious. She worries about family and friends and we can always count on her to be in our court. She’s not blind to our faults; she just tends to focus on the good in everyone and every situation. Her positive attitude is infectious, although I must admit it did take me a while to catch on. I think I rather enjoyed being a surly teenager, at least for a couple of years.

I can’t help but laugh when I think of breakfasts I served and gifts and cards I gave my mother when I was little. I know the best gift she gave me was a positive outlook. Enjoy the day with your mom, celebrate spring and try not to burn the toast!

Bon appétit!

Rhubarb Muffins
My rhubarb plant is starting to flourish. Just in time to make muffins for Mothers’ Day. These sweet treats are a great addition to any spring brunch. Enjoy!Makes about 16 muffins

1 3/4 cup sifted flour
2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon ginger
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup unsalted butter
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 egg
3/4 cup milk
4-6 ounces fresh rhubarb stalks, cut into small dice
Crunchy Topping (recipe follows)

Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Grease 16 standard (1/3-cup) muffin cups or use paper liners.

Sift together flour, baking powder, ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt.

Using an electric mixer, cream butter and sugar together. Add the egg and vanilla; beat on high speed until smooth.

Reduce speed to low and add flour mixture and milk, alternating in batches, beginning and ending with flour mixture and mixing until just combined.

Fill muffin cups about half full. Sprinkle batter with rhubarb. Crumble topping evenly over the rhubarb.

Bake in the middle of the oven until tops are golden and a toothpick inserted in center of a muffin comes out clean, 20 to 25 minutes. Cool muffins on a rack for a few minutes. Serve warm.

Can be made the day ahead. Let cool completely and store in a closed container at room temperature. Reheat and serve warm.

Crunchy Topping
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup (1/2 stick) unsalted butter, softened

Whisk together flour, brown sugar, cinnamon and salt in a bowl. Add butter and blend with a fork or your fingertips until mixture forms small clumps.

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