I used to get rhubarb every year until the bastard foxes dug it up.
What did you do with it? People in this country don’t remember things like fruit soups and compotes or how good fresh sour things like rhubarb tasted after all winter when all you had was maybe an orange at Christmas, with the peel carefully preserved, but that is how my mom grew up.
Sviskesuppe (stewed prunes) was a rare treat.