Well, I guess it's officially Winter. I see some of our readers on our facebook page lounging around in string bikinis and speedos on beaches in the sun.
I may want to hurt you now.
Over here people have resorted to onion clothing i.e. wearing as many layers as possible and stinking up the place. Not that I've licked anyone (yet) but....well...anyway. There's fuck all growing in the garden now except the garlic and the radioactive-proof mint. A few months back I blogged about how threatening the mint was and how I was pretty sure it was coming after us in our sleep.
At this point I'm sure it's become sentient. If the cold doesn't kill it I'm giving myself permission to buy a flamethrower and go all Ripley on it's arse.
Last thing to come out of the garden however was the rhubarb. So I resisted every Englishman's urge to make a crumble and fucked about with cooking it. In the photos you'll see two versions. One has honey, the other does not. The one with honey tastes fucking lush. The one without honey may just as well be demon spunk - so, this time honey is pretty much compulsory for this bad boy.
- Three sticks of rhubarb. Wash the slugs and cat pee off then chop it into chunks.
- The juice (and pulp if you're a hardcore bastard like me) of an orange and a lemon.
- 2 cm of grated ginger
- One tablespoon of honey
You can play around with chopped apple and strawberries if you've got them but this was nice enough on its own. Keep in mind its a treat so 'treat' it as such or I'll come round your house and punish you - (I had to do 300 ring pullup burpees because I had one chocolate biscuit and a hashbrown. My hands are still fucked today).