Rock'n'roll rhubarb...

I did not plan for it to be a rhubarb day...

...but then I happened to stroll to the bottom of the garden...

... and saw the familiar, monstrously large-enough-to-fan-everybody-in-the-west-sections-of-the-Wembley Stadium-leaves...

...and I knew...

... I had once again been taken by surprise by the annual rhubarb explosion. It is a dog eat dog world out there. It was going to be me or the rhubarb.

Well, I'm still here.

The menu for the next nineteen days? Rhubarb fool (is that what it is called, Swedish "kräm"?), rhubarb crumble, rhubarb soup... and I am contemplating rhubarb pizza, rhubarb omelette and rhubarb stew. What do you think - will the family abandon ship ? Form a Rage Against The Rhubarb party? Resurface only when the house is declared a rhubarb-free zone?

It is time to rock'n'rhubarb!