rhubarb and other wild things

Okay. We have way too much rhubarb. As in an entire forest of the stuff. Walking into the garden is becoming difficult and I am afraid of loosing my baby somewhere in the jungle. Anyone need any rhubarb? Or rhubarb plants? We'll be reducing our crop down to about 1/10th of what it is now.

Rhubarb is one of the few things that grows in our cold climate without any work or coaxing. That and dandilions. Some friends started a Rhubarb Growers Society as a joke awhile back, complete with a mascot (Rhubarbie) and annual general meetings (potlucks where all the dishes had to include rhubarb.) Despite hosting one of these events and winning a prize for our rhubarb entree, we still don't seem to know what to do with all this pink stuff. Crisps and cakes and crumbles. And lots chopped in the freezer for more crisps and crumbles. And maybe I'll even dig out that rhubarb pilaf recipe if I'm feeling really desperate.

Other wild things? Max and his raucous friends are a big hit around here. Ari's Nana sent him a gift of a Max and a Wild Thing doll after she saw how much he loved the book. I was surpried by how taken he is with the story; I would have thought he was a bit young. But he loves it, especially the wild rumpus. He waves his little arms about and says "dance, dance, dance" with great excitement. So, many a wild rumpus is being had around here. And the Max doll's white wolf suit is already a little less white.