For as long as I can remember rhubarb has always been special to our family. My grandparents live in Iowa, and growing up we would make the drive to their lovely little home tucked away in their small midwest town. Every time we would arrive you could expect my grandma to have 1 of 3 things made. (Sometimes even all.) Chocolate marshmallow cookies, peanut butter bars, and rhubarb crisp. Still to this day, she will most likely have one of these treasures made and ready for you the moment you walk into their home.
For me and my family, these simple little desserts bring all of our favorite memories at Grandma and Grand[a’s house right along with them. Exploring the railroad tracks behind their house, and a basement full of treasures and toys that are still there from when my dad was growing up created a world do interesting for me. Playing games around their dining room table and helping Grandma with whatever meal she was preparing for that evening. So since childhood, rhubarb has had a special place in my heart, not just because it is plain old delicious, but because I’m reminded of so many special moments every time that I bake with it.