I called today to pre-register for the Rhubarb Festival when I got some terrible news: the Intercourse Rhubarb Bake-Off is on Friday, not Saturday. And pardon my French, but that is total bulls***. I mean, seriously, who can enter a Bake-off on a Friday at 10 a.m.? Who? I’ll tell you who. Housewives. This contest is totally fixed so that they win every goddamm year. It is ridiculous. I might still go to the Festival on Saturday, but it will be with a sour taste in my mouth. And that taste won’t be rhubarb.
So here is my thought: We should have a 1st annual Philadelphia Rhuabarb Festival in June. I am serious. Let’s challenge all the local dessert chefs to come up with the best rhubarb dessert. And then we get really drunk. Who’s with me?