In an effort to get my cooking mojo working again, this morning I decided to break out of my usual routine, just a little bit: I needed a few things from the grocery store, but I decided to get them from the giant HEB that’s usually too much for me to handle. I like my own little HEB. They play great 80′s music, the produce is always fresh, and the selection is almost always sufficient for anything I’m planning to make. It’s half the size of the giant HEB, but most of the time that’s perfectly okay.
The one thing I hadn’t been able to find there was frozen rhubarb. Fresh, yes–for $6.99 a pound. I love rhubarb, but not beyond reason. Today, I decided to check out the frozen fruit section at the giant HEB, just in case their selection included rhubarb. And look what I found:
The clouds parted. A ray of golden light surrounded me. I heard a heavenly chorus of angels singing.
And then I bought four bags of rhubarb. Two, I think, will go into a Rhubarb Upside-Down Cake. The other two I might use for a rhubarb crisp. And, of course, I might be making another pilgrimage to the giant HEB before the summer’s out, because rhubarb pie and strawberry-rhubarb jam sound mighty appealing.
The moral of this story: breaking out of your comfort zone has tasty rewards.