Growing up, we visited my grandparents and other relatives in Michigan every summer. And every time we were there they made Rhubarb Grunt (like a cobbler). I thought it was dreadful. Way too tart. But everybody, especially my mother, loved it and we seemed to have it everywhere we went...to my dismay. Then, while visiting a cousin, they offered up some Strawberry-Rhubarb Pie. I quickly turned them down when I heard the word “rhubarb.”... Read More ›