Every summer, a couple days before our arrival to the lake house, my mom will call and tease me about whether or not I'll be expecting rhubarb crunch while we're here. The answer is always an emphatic "Yes!". This Midwest Yankee has a real soft spot for all things made with the bitter stalk named rhubarb.
This evening my mom baked up a large pan of rhubarb crunch that after everyone has enjoyed a heaping bowl is already half gone.
We're here until Monday...I wonder if I can get her to make another one?
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