Rhubarb is scarcer in this city than it should be.
Joe made crust. We had dinner and gabbed. Pie was a superb first effort. It was a bit messy (too much fruit, maybe?) and Joe said that he thought it should be sweeter, but Ms_E and I were very happy with the results. Next time I will try to have my grandmother’s recipe on hand, just for the sake of. Her crust is not nearly as easy to make, but I think it’s more robust and I seem to recall it soaking some of the flavor into its flaky goodness.