Thirty-eight years ago, with dreams of rhubarb pie, I planted rhubarb for the first time. Shortly after I moved. A few years later I planted rhubarb a second time on rented property with no plans to move. But, shortly after I did. Jump forward another few years. I owned the land so I planted rhubarb. I no longer own the property and I never harvested rhubarb.
Last year I planted three crowns. Two did well but one was stunted. This spring the three began growing well and endured one night and day of snow. The stunted plant from last year is a fraction the size of the two larger plants. I have them in one bed planted a little closer than ideal. The two healthy plants bolted but I removed the flower stalks.
This afternoon Julie asked for some stalks so I pulled seven from the largest plant. After a few minutes of working together we had a pie in the oven.
While we worked I had two surprises. First, Julie had never make a rhubarb pie. This pie was her first. Second, Julie had never eaten rhubarb! That was a big surprise.
Her first pie was excellent. I've never had better.