I am off to Guild today! Hopefully I will have time to post another entry later today – they are having a speaker from the Spinning Society of Long Island! I am looking forward to meeting her.

In other news, Julia has posted a wonderful bit regarding the hats on Colonial House! I am sure that the knitting viewers have taken note of the different caps and our friend Julia has found their history and a pattern!

Also, this morning I received an email allegedly from Paypal. It was suspicious, so I got onto their website (not through this email, but separately) and alerted them. Sure enough — it is a fraud. I know I am not the only one out there using Paypal — so be very careful!! This email had a link to “verify your account” – the link that was enclosed in the email said something like http://www.paypal.com etc. but in fact, the URL did not match that address! tricky bastards.

I am off to Guild today! Hopefully I will have time to post another entry later today – they are having a speaker from the Spinning Society of Long Island! I am looking forward to meeting her.

In other news, Julia has posted a wonderful bit regarding the hats on Colonial House! I am sure that the knitting viewers have taken note of the different caps and our friend Julia has found their history and a pattern!

Also, this morning I received an email allegedly from Paypal. It was suspicious, so I got onto their website (not through this email, but separately) and alerted them. Sure enough — it is a fraud. I know I am not the only one out there using Paypal — so be very careful!! This email had a link to “verify your account” – the link that was enclosed in the email said something like http://www.paypal.com etc. but in fact, the URL did not match that address! tricky bastards.

In an effort to prove that I am a sweet-old-fashioned girl and worthy of the name Prudence, I will tell you that I made a pie. A rhubarb pie. A tangy mouthful – like a Sweettart that’s good for you. I have been inspired to such a confession by Bakerina’s post today.

My Grandmother used to make rhubarb pie. She grew it in her garden. She also made some type of rhubarb relish/chutney dish. I don’t remember if she made jam — she made all types of jams, but I’m not sure if rhubarb was one of them.

Rhubarb is one of those things that I closely associate with my Gram and wonderful, older women. It is like the great auntie of the garden – the veggie with a hanky tucked inside it’s dress sleeve. Even the name is quaint.

When I moved into this house, I too, planted rhubarb in my garden. Mostly, I planted it because it is a perennial. The first year, I didn’t go near it while it established itself. After that, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it – or even how? do I cut it, pull it – it’s enormous! I was intimidated – not only it’s size combined with my ignorance – I read somewhere that the leaves are poisonous. I called Grammy. She said she didn’t know about that, and told me what to do. She thought I was being silly, wasting perfectly good rhubarb and may even have said ‘Cripes Meriah’ – this was the closest she ever came to cursing.

I decided it wasn’t worth it – I mean, the pie is great and everything, but forget it. Not worth life and limb. So the rhubarb grew. Once during a garage sale I hosted, I gave it away to a customer – a braver soul than I.

My Gram died a few years ago. The rhubarb grows every year.

Last weekend, I went out to the garden, remembering what she told me and got some rhubarb. The pie was good – the memories are even better.

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In an effort to prove that I am a sweet-old-fashioned girl and worthy of the name Prudence, I will tell you that I made a pie. A rhubarb pie. A tangy mouthful – like a Sweettart that’s good for you. I have been inspired to such a confession by Bakerina’s post today.

My Grandmother used to make rhubarb pie. She grew it in her garden. She also made some type of rhubarb relish/chutney dish. I don’t remember if she made jam — she made all types of jams, but I’m not sure if rhubarb was one of them.

Rhubarb is one of those things that I closely associate with my Gram and wonderful, older women. It is like the great auntie of the garden – the veggie with a hanky tucked inside it’s dress sleeve. Even the name is quaint.

When I moved into this house, I too, planted rhubarb in my garden. Mostly, I planted it because it is a perennial. The first year, I didn’t go near it while it established itself. After that, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it – or even how? do I cut it, pull it – it’s enormous! I was intimidated – not only it’s size combined with my ignorance – I read somewhere that the leaves are poisonous. I called Grammy. She said she didn’t know about that, and told me what to do. She thought I was being silly, wasting perfectly good rhubarb and may even have said ‘Cripes Meriah’ – this was the closest she ever came to cursing.

I decided it wasn’t worth it – I mean, the pie is great and everything, but forget it. Not worth life and limb. So the rhubarb grew. Once during a garage sale I hosted, I gave it away to a customer – a braver soul than I.

My Gram died a few years ago. The rhubarb grows every year.

Last weekend, I went out to the garden, remembering what she told me and got some rhubarb. The pie was good – the memories are even better.

Continue reading →