When you spend time with other people, you are exposed to different customs and tastes. When you fall in love with someone from a place different from yours, you have a wonderful opportunity to blend together the tastes and customs of those two places and turn it into your own traditions.
Granted getting to the point of tradition is a bit of a dance. Some things will be amazing and others will be items to look back in and laugh. And still others will define which each individual simply cannot let go of or compromise in any way, shape or form.
Holidays tend to make us each gravitate towards our familiar and comforting customs. But so do every day things!
Belived has a torrid love affair with rhubarb. Not something that gets my passions flowing in the least. As a matter of fact, I can leave rhubarb and be totally okay with it. But wave one stalk within Beloved’s line of sight and you will have his undivided attention.
Take that stalk and cut it up, cook it with some honey and orange and you will have tamed Beloved. Join that stalk with others and put it in a pie and he will walk on coals for a slice. But if you want to keep him, you need to do one more thing, you need to make a custard sauce to join that rhubarb.
this all sounds simple, but since rhubarb and I aren’t the best of friends, I had a steep learning curve. And custard sauce? What on earth is custard sauce? Custard to me is more pudding than sauce!
Now come certain days, Beloved yearns for his rhubarb and custard sauce. Thankfully it’s about the same time that I get the urge to bake. But not pies, oh no! If he wants a pie he just make that as I’d sooner make crumbles and crisps or muffins and cakes.
Beloved also is a fan of these things called chutneys. And yes, you guessed it, rhubarb chutney is a little something special that he enjoys. Me? Not so much. But if I can throw some spicy chilies Into chutney, it’s something I don’t mind with a bit of lamb.
Beloved will announce this as being weird. Mostly because he can’t fathom how someone cannot adore rhubarb. He also can’t tolerate his food overly spicy, to him it ruins the taste. But add just a touch a spice, not too much and he is okay with it.
And while custard sauce isn’t my thing, a nice frozen custard is fine with me. Interestingly Beloved adores custard frozen, as sauce or thicker like a pudding. When I first introduced him to frozen custard, he was positive that this was just wrong. He was having nothing to do with it. I think he came around, the first time when he had frozen custard with stewed rhubarb. And then he just suddenly fell in love with frozen custard, all on its own.
So our tradition now is to have rhubarb chutney with some lamb, or rhubarb muffins with a side of frozen custard. And this, my friends, is just the beginning!