Hooray hooray!! The first Farmer’s Market of the year for us in Brampton was yesterday.
It was SO wonderful to stroll down the street surrounded by all this beauty & bounty. I love me my food; so forgive me if I wax poetic about it.
It also made me realize how dang fortunate we are to live where we do. Our soil, our land, our climate. (Yeah; even the -40C winters) But that’s another topic for another day.
Now, I love my backyard.
Except it’s kinda small. And veryyyyyy shady. Which limits what will grow well.
Rhubarb, however grows insanely well. And provides a fun hidey-spot for Mikie.
(Don’t tell him we can see him. He thinks he’s super secret.)
There’s a lot you can do with rhubarb. Like, Pie. And…pie. And did I mention…pie?!?!?
Now yes of course I know there’s more like cakes, and tartlets and my personal fav “Rhubarb Stew”
(Blogged about HERE)
but this year when I saw them glorious strawberries…I knew it was gonna be PIE.
There is a door in front of you on the right. It is a nondescript door; however from behind it comes a strange high-pitched buzzing noise……
On your right, there is a cobwebby hallway, at the end of which are stairs that look old and rickety……