Rhubarb is a type of produce which doesn’t normally flood my consciousness. Absent hints, it seems unlikely I would ever remember it as possible food. It even has a funny spelling. Nevertheless, Peggy had me stop in at a local androgynous person’s residence and garden where she bought some rhubarb. It looked like a bundle of sticks.

However, today she took that same bundle of sticks and chopped it into kindling, added a whole bunch of ingredients, whipped out a superb pie crust and threw the whole assembly into the oven. An hour later, a gorgeous basin of nifty odors came out of the stove and tantalized me while cooling on the counter in our kitchen/dining/living room. After exercising what I consider to be an admirable amount of restraint, Peggy served me a portion of the result and, abracadabra, I am now a big rhubarb aficionado. Rhubarb is very tasty and my spouse is a keeper because, in addition to several other admirable attributes, she can really cook.

The weather was sort of crummy today so we mostly hung around the trailer. Again, considerable restraint was demonstrated because some of the rhubarb pie was still visible when we went to bed. Maybe I can have it for breakfast tomorrow.

One of our neighbors pulled up next to our trailer this evening. He was driving some form of hybrid vehicle. It looked like a Range Rover / Jeep / Hummer / Jungle Jim combo with a four cylinder engine. To see this vehicle, click the link. https://photos.app.goo.gl/Z751uRcVhNL5N2xD9