For Father’s Day we packed a pic-nic and headed to Coffee Creek Watershed and relaxed. I made some rhubarb hand pies, recipe courtesy of the Angry Chicken.
All I can say is, go. Make those pies NOW. They were so good. The oven smoked like crazy from the dripping rhubarb juice – you could say our kitchen was one big smoke bomb. But it was worth it. I will be making those pies again. and again.
I also made a strawberry-rhubarb rustic tart. It’s a lazy girl’s pie. I don’t like making pies. I don’t like rolling dough, getting things exact and looking pretty. If it involves work, I just don’t want to do it. Enter the rustic tart. It sounds fancy and it’s less work. Nice.
It was as good as it looks. Sorry Ken.
and wait, reading? There was reading and laying down?
My fault, really, for finding Bethie a good book. When it needs to be returned to the library in two days, you just have to read it, right?