My week oscillated between sad and glad. As I watch the unfolding of the political climate around me, I feel sad because the energy is not giving way to productivity. Instead, tweets mire me in insults and nastiness. Sad! Still, I am buoyed by thoughtful people reminding us that kindness, openness, and thoughtful discussion are our best weapons. I went to the movies because, well, because I was still Sad! Next I remembered that soon I will have a whole week with CeCe’s kids while she goes on a cruise with her hubby. Glad!
This weekend, I reminded myself that I have so many things for which to give thanks:
People seem to love it or hate it; or so I’m told. But I say, don’t give rhubarb a raspberry, give it a try.
Summertime is a time when almost everyone thinks of simpler days gone by. For me, that includes remembering the wonders of rhubarb. As children, my sisters and I loved to rip a piece out of the ground and just chew on it raw. No harm there. An established rhubarb plant can take the tugging, and there’s a good dose of nutrition inside. Raw rhubarb is a great source of Vitamin C, Vitamin K, Calcium, Potassium, Magnesium, and Manganese, as well as chock full of dietary fiber.
Want to introduce some nostalgia into a summertime picnic? Hilda’s rhubarb crunch is from the 1970s, and still gaining compliments.