My husband and I took the kids to visit their grandmother this week. It was a whirlwind visit; down and back, an hour and a half each way, in the same day. We ended up with two tired and cranky kidlets, two fatiguing parents, a puking dog (our greyhound gets car sick - always fun), and just over two pounds of fresh rhubarb.
My little kitchen helper K and I got to the ice cream this morning. Chopping, stewing, pureeing, scalding and mixing.
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