i recently experienced a curious turn of what i can only refer to as culinary serendipity….
back with a vengeance
just as i marveled at the early spring resurrection of a rhubarb plant i’d thought i pulled out last summer, and wondered what in the world to do with it, i received a last-minute dinner invitation care of my friend Mori. Mori’s amazing feast of Indian food just so happened to feature a tart and refreshing rhubarb chutney, as well as a rhubarb and gin cocktail that knocked my socks off. quite the coincidence.
how i ‘ve wanted to write my first real blog entry about that cocktail…and i still might, but i’d like to wait until i can use my own rhubarb to make the cocktail, since my story is just as much about the amazing will of that plant as anything else….plus, waiting for my own rhubarb means that i’m enjoying local produce in its season – something I aspire to, but don’t always find the easiest thing to pull off in these last few months where root vegetables and coarse, leafy greens are the norm. meh – kale. will I be able to wait that long? stay tuned.