A sure sign of spring...

Rhubarb. Need I say more. One fond memory of childhood when mom made the rhubarb pie. I love this pie. I ventured off the cakes for the day to have a pie. Well, actually two pies. I made one for my friends at work! Most of them, being from Florida or elsewhere around the world, have never heard of rhubarb or tasted it. I told them that no matter how hard they look for it in their home countries of the Philippines of Haiti, they won't find it there. I'm pretty sure that even Floridians won't have it unless they scored it in Publix and took it home to look up on the net as to what to do with it! So, I found some in the infamous Publix, brought it home and made the pies. They smelled so good baking and tasted even better.... I had one piece and will savour it for some time to come. One pie goes to work with me tomorrow to see how people who live outside the northeast like it.... At least I was able to find it down here! It was blazing hot in here today so what with the south Florida summer here and the 400 degree oven, one almost needed another shower after that baking project! Next time the AC down to 68 for baking day! I hope everyone will venture out to make their own pie and memory...