In the batch of organic veggies our local farm provided us with this weekend was 7 or 8 stalks of rhubarb. This is something I haven’t often bought, but was excited to get into a pie or similar tasty treat. We didn’t feel like going to the store for strawberries, and I really didn’t feel like a pie crust, so rhubarb cobber it was.
I ended up on a familiar website, Smitten Kitchen, looking for a recipe, and by god – I found one.
The vanilla adds a wonderful element to the rhubarb filling, but here’s the clincher: The biscuit dough contains two hard-boiled egg yolks. “What an odd thing,” I pondered, but then, a wondrous thing happened – my food processor turned the dough into an amazing golden-yellow color as I added the liquid. Oh… oh, my.
I didn’t take any photos, so I’m going to let hers suffice, since they are assuredly better than mine would have been:
One could put these biscuits on top of pigeon poop and they would still be Delicious. It’s been less than 24 hours, and there are only 3 left. I think Mike only had 3 and there were 10 to begin with… maybe the dogs ate them? Yes. Yes, those naughty, naughty dogs!
Oh sure – they look innocent enough:
But I’m fairly sure they hide their opposable thumbs until I’m not looking.
Also, I have no idea what the title means. I used to hear that when I was a little kid. Does rain ruin rhubarb? I can’t imagine it does… maybe it was code, like “seeing a man about a horse.” If you know, enlighten me. 🙂