Rhubarb!

I've been lucky to receive a good bit of rhubarb from friends at school.  I've also picked up a good bit from the little old lady on the roadside, on the way to work. Last Wednesday I spent the better part of  the day washing, chopping and cooking it for canning.  I filled seven quart jars.  I will give most of it to him, as we still have some left from last year.  I used to put strawberries in it but he likes it better plain.  That's the Swede in him coming out.  Every Scandie family in Brooklyn had a little plot of rhubarb in the back yard.
That's where my father grew up after emigrating from Sweden on 50th Street between 7th and 8th Avenue.