T and I made our first strawberry rhubarb pie thanks to the garden lovingly nurtured by the family who lived in our home for over half a century.
We are the second family to live in our late 1950s side split. The home is old and we are slowly fixing it up over time but the bones are good.
The best part is the garden, so lovingly cared for in the family’s lifetime.
This is our second Spring here and it’s been so calming to spend time in the backyard and watch the rainbow of colours emerge the past few weeks.
The mesmerizing purple of the checkered lily (pictured at the top) and many other purples, oranges, yellows, pinks and blues.
We learn to be present because the moments are so fleeting, like the white cherry blossoms, which we enjoyed with delight during a recent week.
The garden has been a Godsend during this pandemic, because it is a space for T to run around in and burn his energy.
Now that the weather is warmer, our family enjoys spending time outside. We miss the public pool so much and so we set up our backyard sprinkler to give T a taste of the water park.
The unexpected delight has been the crops the family planted – which yield wonderful ingredients.
We never took advantage of these perennial crops last year, but this year, we were prepared.
We used these wonderful chives as garnish for a recent chicken congee that I made.
And we harvested this lovely rhubarb today to bake my first ever strawberry rhubarb pie, using this wonderful recipe from In Diane’s Kitchen.
The best part is T helped out. Because we are taking advantage of every opportunity during lockdown at home to turn into a learning moment – whether it’s getting him to help out in the garden or with cooking and baking.
We never have T’s attention for very long – but in the short moments that we do have him engaged, he does such a great job.
This pie was baked lovingly together with my sugary sweet little boy.
I am thankful he saw the process from the ground up – literally, seeing the rhubarb we harvested to the pie coming out of the oven. Having T appreciate hard work and see the fruits of his work is so important for us to teach him.
The hubby worked hard in the garden in the late afternoon, planting new vegetables like beans and carrots, while T ran around outside with him. I baked the pie inside and T came in to help.
While we waited for the baked pie to settle, the hubby cut T’s hair and mine and then I cut his. We’re all getting showered now before enjoying dinner and then the dessert.
This was a wonderful way to end our weekend and we look forward to seeing what other delights – and learning and bonding opportunities – will bear fruit from our garden.