The rhubarb was so tantalizing, I selected a few stocks to bring home for pie or a cake. Once home, not feeling like making pie crust, I thought of my mom and her favourite rhubarb cake.
No matter where we’re from, we’re all connected by our food experiences. Our fondest memories are often tied to the joy of eating together with family and friends or by certain dishes made by our mom. Growing up, I really enjoyed my time in the kitchen with my mom and I learned fractions by doing recipes with her. She was so kind and patient how she taught me those lessons.
Oh, the aroma when it comes straight out of the oven. The warm and sweet notes of cake intermingled with hints of cinnamon and ginger.
The cookbook author suggests not turning this upside down but instead to leave it in the pan and flip it over on the serving plate for each piece. I didn’t argue with her instructions.
What is your favourite food that reminds you of your mom?
This made me think of my husband-his mom always baked with rhubarb. As a result we have a huge plant in our garden (and I don’t even like rhubarb!). I’ll have to tell my husband about this cake.
This was a delicious post, Diane! Loved the photos and your thoughts about eating and food and how so many of our fondest memories are about eating with family and friends. How lucky you have rhubarb! I would love a spot in our yard for one, but hubby seems to think it would get unwieldy. So I rely on my sister’s generosity for stalks.
So glad that these moments evoke such fond memories. I always get scared when I read, “This is an easy dessert” as a caption for a recipe. : – )