October 17, 2010

Rhapsody in Rhubarb

(Photo by Dieter Weber; Source: Wikipedia, Rhubarb)

Rhubarb. I like this thing. But here in South Africa it doesn't always look nice and red. Instead, it looks kinda greenish and only red at the bottom.


Word, it makes an EXCELLENT PIE! Well, with strawberries at least. And then you can eat it with custard too. And then it all becomes even more awesome!

So you're sitting there, already feeling awesome because you've just shown the smelly, sour rhubarb who the boss is, and then you finally cut a slice of this awesome pie, pour some even more awesome custard over it, and then you experience this taste of pure awesomeness, nay, AWESOMENESS! in your mouth, and then suddenly the whole world makes sense once again. And you're not worried about the bitch in your backyard who's most probably digging up your seedlings and making everything dirty, not worried about the algebra test you have tomorrow, not worried about your friend who hates you, not worried about the favourite person you're missing, not worried about the clever person in the year ahead of you who hates you and, no, you're not even worried about the fact that there's a bit of oxalic acid in the rhubarb stalks in the pie you're eating either.

Life is good...

But isn't oxalic acid poisonous? Who cares, we're all going to die anyway...


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