Summary
THERE had always been something gloriously and defiantly unfashionable about rhubarb.
Perhaps it was those memories of hideous school dinners, when the thin, pale-pink stalks floated in a sea of insipid custard, both seriously under-sweetened.See the full content of this document
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Rhubarb's in the Pink ; It's Eye-Wateringly Sour and Reminds Us of Hideous School Dinners. But Suddenly It's Selling Like Hot Crumble. ..
Or it might have been the association with dank, dismal allotments, tended by men in flat caps, their trousers tied with string.
There, the ungainly sticks with their immature, crinkled leaves peeped through holes in upturned rusty buckets, often through a layer of foul, steaming manure. It was neither a pretty nor a fragrant scene.But now, when the...See the full content of this document
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