rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb

Do extras in films really mutter rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb when they’re pretending to have a conversation? Whether they do or not, meals here are a bit rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb. I like to have a clump of rhubarb in the garden that, with little effort on my part, reliably pops up every year. First the tiniestContinue reading “rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb”