Amy made a killer meal for St. Patrick's Day today, with a really tasty brisket and cabbage and the whole-nine-yard. She entrusted me with dessert. I made a Rhubarb Fool, which is apparently a traditional dessert from Ireland or something.
I'll let my sister Elizabeth sum it up: "It tasted like luke-warm yogurt that had been sitting out for a while with a weird after taste." It kind of looked like vomit (dead baby vomit according to Amy... how do dead babies vomit in the first place?). Anyways, FAIL. No pictures... only memories.
1 comment:
while i am one of the world's biggest rhubarb fans, in reading that recipe, i kind of wonder if there could have been any positive outcome from that venture.
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