My Dad's favorite pie was Strawberry Rhubarb. It was a love that my sister and I just didn't understand. Rhubarb doesn't grow like crazy in So Cal so it was just this weird fruit (vegetable?).
I wish I had thought to ask him about it while he was still alive but I'm going to guess that, growing up in Indiana, it was readily available for dessert, especially in post-depression America.
Well, it finally took this pie project for me to connect with my father via his favorite pie.
Ultimately, this pie is a little tart for my liking. (I blame my sweet tooth.) However, as I ate it -- served in a bowl of milk (as my Dad liked it) -- I couldn't help but think of him and smile.
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