RHUBARB

I love rhubarb, for two reasons. The first is eating it. My mother-in-law made rhubarb porridge with cream last night, in honour of my son, who is home from Basel at the moment. It was delicious.

The second is that it is incredibly easy to grow. Basically it is a big weed; and as with all weeds, left to its own devices it will get bigger and bigger. The half plant that I planted in the kitchen garden recently has already adapted to its new environment and is busy sprouting new leaves. There should be lots of rhubarb for a crumble when my mother comes to visit at the end of June.

Walter Blotscher