Loading ...I had just graduated high school in 1966 and set off on a harvest crew headed north. Toward the end of wheat harvest, we were in Kildeer, North Dakota, where a farm wife had fixed a big lunch for us. When the dessert arrived, I was surprised to see purple celery in the cherry pie. I wasn’t real sure what I was eating so I waited until the locals shoveled in huge bites. They seemed to enjoy it so I had a bite as large as the fork would hold. I was sure that pie was half alum by the way my cheeks collapsed!
That rhubarb stuff is definitely an acquired taste. By the third bite, I had it down. One big bite of pie and a bigger bite of vanilla ice cream.
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