Hey, Peter:

Two days ago I made a batch of strawberry/rhubarb cobbler. My wife doesn't like rhubarb, so I thought it would last a while. It was all gone within 14 hours. My wife has discovered that strawberry rhubarb cobbler with a coop of vanilla icecream is the cat's whiskers. Even better than cat's whiskers.

This afternoon I was out weeding in the jungle I affectionately call our yard and struck up a conversation with "Poppa" George over our barberry hedge. I mentioned that I'd had a hankerin' for strawberry rhubarb and wouldn't you know, he'd just picked a big batch so that his asparagus could get a little sunlight, and brought several thick stems of rhubarb for me. Tonight I'm going to make some rhubarb cobbler, and take a couple of pieces over to George and Maria. Despite Ruth's protestations, I don't think the rhubarb cobbler will make it long enough to get i over onto the kitchen table. I may have to make a double batch next time.