Back in the early days of radio, when they wanted to get thesound effect of an angry mob, they’d tell the performers to repeat the word“rhubarb,” over and over. It sounds heated and contentious, yet the listenerdoesn’t hear any specific words.
Baseball announcers of the same era began to call baseballfights “rhubarbs,” since they sounded so much like those radio effects. Ididn’t learn about this until recently, and it made me think of all the gamesI’d listened to during all those summers, and how never once when I heard“rhubarb,” did I think of pie.
So, when Matt Cain drills Matt Kemp in the back this summer,and he charges the mound prompting an ugly benches-clearing brawl, and theplay-by-play guy says, “we’ve got ourselves a real rhubarb now,” I will thinkof this pie. This delicious, rough and tumble pie. Enjoy!
3 cups sliced rhubarb1 cup quartered strawberries3 large eggspinch of fresh nutmeg3 tbsp milk3 tbsp all-purpose flour1 1/2 cups sugar*I didn’t mention, but I added a very tiny pinch of salt
1 tbsp butter for "dotting"
pie dough for one 9-inch crust
For the glaze:
2 tbsp jam with 1/4 tsp water, warmed in microwave
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