Tag: rhubarb

rhubarb pile

Bonjour juin, rhubarb edition

Let me tell you the story of yesterday. Or rather, of yesterday afternoon. We stopped at the gas station. Two French hot-dogs and bad cups of coffee later we turned right on the old road towards Kusmark. It had only been a couple of weeks since our last trip and yet, the never-ending sun turned […]

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rhubarb square

Rhubarb custard squares

In Kusmark, the apple trees, now heavy with blossoms are buzzing with bumblebees. The rhubarb has grown taller than me. Strawberry and raspberry bushes are just starting to bloom. Yes, every time we go there – more often than not on the weekend – I can’t stay away from the garden, mesmerised by how fast […]

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rhubarb jam

Small-batch rhubarb jam

I made this jam a week ago today. Of course, I had planned on telling you about it straight away, but exciting projects, a redesign, and kick-ass grades in my Swedish classes (insert thumb-up emoji here) got in the way. With Lisa’s comment in mind, I stirred the fruits into the hot syrup. She wanted […]

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rhubarb

La rhubarbe

I remember the rhubarb my grand-père used to grow in the garden. It was thick and green; and would be turned into jar-after-jar of compote which my grand-mère always kept in that little cupboard in the garage. On top of my grand-père’s tools, always neatly organised. One day, I’ll show you that garage. We would […]

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spring blossoms

Bonjour mars, au revoir mars

[Hello March, goodbye March] I’ve felt raindrops running through my hair; and my dress too. I’ve made a cake. And another one too. I’ve seen blossoms on every tree. I’ve walked in empty avenues, with my eyes closed and his hand on mine. I’ve had dreams I never knew I had. I’ve lied in the […]

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