Summer is finally here in Southern Ontario, it's hot and steamy and our house is officially turning into a hot box. I'm not sure what happened to spring, maybe it's because I was travelling for much of May and when I was home it was raining, make it just cool and damp and not very springy. I missed our tulips blooming and who knows what else? One of my favorite signs of late spring/early summer is rhubarb. Since before I went away and as soon as I was back I have been keeping my eyes open for this lovely stalk to no avail. I couldn't have missed it too could I?
There's no way. It can't happen. I need to make some jam and maybe a cake and I think I want to tackle sorbet this year too (these are all things I said to myself each time I thought about the prospect of missing rhubarb).
While we visited the Jean Talon Market in Montreal a few weeks ago, I saw the most gorgeous stalks of rhubarb. So gorgeous that I contemplated buying some and lugging them on the train back to Toronto. The Boy quickly nixed that idea and I took comfort in the fact that if they had it Montreal, surely I'd be able to find some in Toronto, right?
