Yesterday, I went out into my vegetable garden and cut six stalks of rhubarb. I brought the bounty inside and washed and peeled it and cut each stalk into one inch bits. Then I got out my 1968 Better Homes & Gardens cookbook and used a recipe in it to make pie crust. I mixed the rhubarb and other ingredients and poured it into the pie crust. After the pie baked and cooled, my husband and son-in-law ate it and made all the appropriate sounds. My husband even said, “Will you marry me?” I felt competent and proud and very in touch with the earth….could there be a better definition of total satisfaction??
