Showing posts with label rhubarb. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rhubarb. Show all posts

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Red Wine-Roasted Rhubarb & Strawberry Shortcake for Mother's Day

Wine-Roasted Rhubarb & Strawberry Shortcake
I recently returned from a wine-soaked weekend holiday in Naramata, BC. For those who are unfamiliar with this beautiful wine region, Naramata is perched just northeast of Penticton, overlooking the shores of Okanagan Lake. Dotted among the winding country roads are over twenty wineries, each with a lovely setting and tasty wines, of course. I came home with over a case of unique vintages; some to enjoy now, and some to save for special occasions. One bottle in particular stood out as a recipe-friendly red — a 2010 Montage from La Frenz Winery. This robust red is a blend of Shiraz, Merlot and Cabernet Sauvignon, with notes of dark fruit, plum, cherries with a vanilla finish. — perfect for making this Red Wine-Roasted Rhubarb and Strawberry Shortcake!

Friday, May 25, 2012

Rhubarb Custard Cake

Pretty, red rhubarb
Spring has arrived, and that means it's the time of year when well-meaning neighbours and relatives gift you with armloads of ruby red rhubarb. You thank them — "You grew it yourself? Fanstastic!" — but you're secretly wondering what you're supposed to do with it. 

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Strawberry Rhubarb Pie with Mascarpone Whipped Cream


I have been waiting impatiently for strawberry season to begin. Strawberries here are sweet, red jewels bursting with flavour. The season is late in starting where I live due to the cold, wet spring. I have been eyeing my friend's rhubarb plants with the evil plan of relieving her of it when the strawberries come in, so that I could make a Strawberry Rhubarb pie. But the cold, rainy days continued. The rhubarb matured and the strawberries remained infuriatingly green. I made the decision to go ahead with my vegetable larceny. The rhubarb was ruby red, still firm and juicy inside. The stalks snapped off the plant with a quick tug. I trimmed the leaves and they went back on the garden bed under the rest of the plants as mulch for next year.

The crisp scent of the cut stalks foretold the tart brightness of the rhubarb and strawberries together. Balanced with a rich, buttery crust and the tangy-sweet creaminess of the Mascarpone Whipped Cream, I was ready to get this party started!