Last week my friend Mary Joan gave me a very special birthday gift. My very own strawberry rhubarb pie made with the skill and deftness posessed by a native of North Dakota who learned to bake this pie in her grandmothers kitchen.
This is what I meant by advanced baking skills. Flaky, lattice-top crust and juicy tart filling - at the same time. In one pie.
I hope that each and every one of you, at some point in your life, have a friend who will make you a special pie for your birthday. I consider myself very blessed. Don't think I don't.
I am pretty sure she gave it to me on a Friday so I could eat it for breakfast on Saturday or and Sunday.
The weekend paper goes really, really good with rhubarb pie. Ever since Joyce mentioned that her grandmother told her that rhubarb "thins the blood for summer" I have been extra mindful to be sure that I get in my quota in preparation for the months ahead. You all might want to do the same.