So in order to obtain my college degree, I had to study abroad for at least one summer. I chose going to Bordeaux cause, well—wine capital of the world, baby! I ended up staying for two years and had the privilege of meeting the Cavenders. They are the loveliest English family and some of the nicest people you can encounter; going to their house on the countryside for Sunday lunch became something of a ritual—I know, though life. All bragging aside, matriarch Gilly introduced me to the weirdest, tastiest dessert EVAR: Rhubarb Crumble.
I hadn’t even heard of rhubarb before, and when I learned it was a plant I became very skeptical. Oh my gaaaa! When I had it I couldn’t believe how spectacular my mouth felt. It was en explosion of taste and indescribable flavor! Was it sour? Was it sweet? is that a hint of tartness? it had a je ne sais quoi that made it SO scrumptious and Gilly was savvy enough to serve it with a spoonful of sour cream to neutralize it a bit.
Doctor, I have rhubarb fever! and Gilly, if you’re reading this, thank you and I miss you.
If you want to get on the rhubarb bus, this is what you need to do.
(Also, check out Gilly’s blog where she posts more delicious recipes! Bonus: it’s also in French for those looking to polish their français! Right here! )
