Wednesday, June 26

nothing gets the taste of shame and humiliation out of your mouth quite like Bebop-A-Reebop Rhubarb Pie

Matt and I love Rhubarb. The tart and tangy flavor is the very taste of late spring and early summer at our house. We do very little without a song in our house, and rhubarb always leaves us singing the ditty from Prairie Home Companion. "One little thing can revive a guy, and that is a piece of rhubarb pie / Serve it up, nice and hot / Maybe things aren't as bad as you thought. Momma's little baby loves rhubarb rhubarb, Be-Bop-A-Re-Bop Rhubarb Pie" — to the tune of "Shortnin' Bread". This is usually sung following a sound-effect-enhanced tale of woe and immediately followed by "Wouldn't this be a great time for a piece of rhubarb pie? Yes, nothing gets the taste of shame and humiliation out of your mouth quite like Bebop-A-Reebop Rhubarb Pie.” (taken from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Prairie_Home_Companion#cite_note-Keillor-5) Typically I don’t make much pie, especially with the heat and humidity that has moved into Chicago recently. The hubby and I completed a sprint triathlon over the weekend. The race was great, we accomplished our goals and commented how we’re really not that sore. As a treat on Monday Matt made his favorite rhubarb custard pie. On Tuesday morning when my not a morning person husband hops out of bed and declares that he’s going on a 40 mile bike ride before work. Did I mention it was raining? He had left the house and was on the road before I was out of the shower. By the time I get to work and turn on my computer there is an instant message from Matt, “well I fell off my bike think I broke my arm I'm going to go to the doctor.” This is followed with a panicked phone call from me. I insist he go to the ER, and tell him I’ll meet him there. Twenty minutes later I’ve found him skinned knee-ed and elbow bruised. We check the Wong Baker Scale for pain. X-Rays are taken. It’s determined that he has not broken or fractured his arm but it’s a bad bruise. We walk home with an ice pack and a band aid for his knee.
One home, I said. "Wouldn't this be a great time for a piece of rhubarb pie? Yes, nothing gets the taste of shame and humiliation out of your mouth quite like Bebop-A-Reebop Rhubarb Pie.” We gobbled up warm rhubarb custard pie ala mode, as I hummed “One little thing can revive a guy, and that is a piece of rhubarb pie.” Here’s to hoping that the healing powers of rhubarb revive my guy quickly. Recipe Below: Premade Pie crust 3 Cups of Rhubarb (a little more won’t hurt) 3 Eggs 1 1/2 Cup of Sugar 1 TB tapioca, a pinch salt & cinnamon Preheat oven to 400 Roll pie dough into a 9 inch pie pan. Wash and cut rhubarb. In a separate bowl combine sugar, eggs, tapioca, salt and cinnamon. Add egg mix to rhubarb Pour pie filling into crust. Dot filling with butter Top with the second crust, crimp pie edges. Bake for 50 to 60 minutes, cover crust edges with tin foil so they do not brown too quickly. Remove foil after 30 to 40 minutes of baking has passed.