Rhubarb Madness

Last night I learned a lesson regarding why you shouldn't covet.

I was jealous.  My grandma has the biggest, most beautiful rhubarb plants on the planet, while my own rhubarb succumbed to black walnut toxicity.

I wanted her rhubarb.  I needed it.

Fortunately, I didn't have to snag any of hers.  A family member that lives beside her has rhubarb as well, and since he doesn't cook anything beyond reheating dinners in the microwave, it would go to waste if I didn't pick some of those glorious stems for myself.

So, I did.  Furthermore, I hauled my husband and my mother out there to help, with my daughter coming along for some exercise.  I wanted lots of rhubarb.  The more, the better.  We went over and discovered that his rhubarb was even bigger than the rhubarb in my grandma's yard.

And just like that, I was hit with rhubarb madness.


We loaded ourselves up with rhubarb.  There was so much in our arms that we couldn't use our peripheral vision.  The gigantic leaves got in the way.

And it was heavy.  By the time we got back to my grandma's porch, I could feel my muscles beginning to ache.

Of course, I was happy.  Not just a little happy... I was smiling from ear to ear.

I.  Had.  Rhubarb!!!!

I drove home about an hour later, my treasure in the back of the vehicle.  I was glowing!

Once we got home, it was time to dice up the stems, place them into bags, and store them in the freezer.  As I began cutting them, I hummed to myself, still radiating excitement from every pore in my body.  I diced,


and diced...


and diced.

An hour later, I had finished dicing half of the rhubarb stems.  My hands were beginning to ache, and I had filled the freezer.  There was no more room for my rhubarb.  I then remembered a passage from the Bible.

Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's rhubarb.

Or something along those lines.  Regardless, I now understand why!

The good news?  Since I took way too much I have enough to give a decent amount to my neighbors.  I really, really hope they're fans of rhubarb!!!

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