I didn’t have my grammy rule book with me at the dinner table, so I’m not certain whether I should have laughed at my granddaughter or not . . . but I did. I thought what she did was funny and quick-witted. She caught me off guard. Ah well, I could do worse.
I’ve been busy making all sorts of rhubarb-laden items lately. There’s sauce in the freezer for part of the winter. There is rhubarb ice-cream there too, though that won’t last nearly as long. There are rhubarb pops in the freezer as well. Those have been a big hit with Goodnight and the object of her frivolity last night after dinner.
I offered her a rhubarb popsicle for dessert. She accepted. They are delicious and they look pretty. I used my virgin rhubarb daiquiri recipe, added a bit more water, blended it, then poured it into my frozen pop forms.
It turns out that the color of the frozen pops gave Goodnight an idea for some fun . . . and her Happy Photo of the day.
Makes for a fairly realistic-looking (albeit rather long) tongue, doesn’t it? I know, I know. . . I should have tsk-tsked her, but the guffaw came out first.
Note to self: No frozen rhubarb pops when company is visiting or if they ever happen to be the dessert-of-the-day at a ‘rhubarb restaurant.’ I don’t want to take the responsibility for what could happen.
