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All y’alls remember my bitchin’ strawberry rhubarb pie recipe, right? The one that came with a similarly righteous pate brisee/pie crust recipe? You know, where I talked all about my crippling paranoia. Oh, nooooow you remember. Well, misfits, I recently made it again and it remains the best strawberry rhubarb recipe your Bad Mama Genny has tried since then.
Okay, so it’s the only recipe I’ve tried since then. Whatever, we play by different logic around here.
So I made this pie and it was wonderful but then I got OH HOLY more rhurbarb and more strawberries in this week’s CSA box. And I didn’t want to make another pie.
Well, okay, so your Bad Mama Genny DID want to make another pie, but felt that she should abstain. For the sake of her waistline. Which will be greatly exposed this summer. And does not benefit from the copious ingestion of pate brisee. Go figure.
So I decided instead to make a strawberry rhubarb sauce–one that’s sweetened naturally, just a little, and without that uncomfortable blood sugar spike of sugar sugar SUGAR SUGGARRR SUUGGAAAAHH!
This version will not kick your ass. At least, not very much. It’s more like an ass bump. Which, if you think about it, sounds pretty damn pleasant.
Ass bumps: try them today!
But there’s a story that goes along with this one. A heartwarming tale of redemption, second chances, and dreams that just wouldn’t die. Actually, my story is nothing like that. But it’s still pretty good and I’m gonna make you listen. Ignore that “X” in the box at the top right of the screen. It is merely an illusion. By the magic of My Bad Self you have been rendered unable to navigate from this page. Just one of the perks of being me, I guess.
So I’m at my family’s house for a visit with all the ingredients for this sauce in tow, and I go, hey, don’t I remember reading on Farmgirl Susan’s blog about how turtles love strawberries and in some parts of the country will even crawl into your strawberry patch to have a little nom-fest? And wasn’t there a precious photo of a baby turtle in the strawberry patch to boot?
And then I got to thinking, well that’s just the preciousest thing I’ve ever seen and isn’t it sad that I don’t have a turtle to test that on.
Oh, wait. I totally do. Her name is Shelly. And she lives in my family’s living room.
So I went into the living room to
harass horrify delight Shelly with my presence, lifted her out of her cage, and brought her into the kitchen for a lil’ experiment.
Moral of the story? Turtles like strawberries and you probably do, too, so make this sauce. Some of you might want to serve it over ice cream or waffles. To you, I say, holy crap that is a fucking fantastic idea. Others will do as I do, and drizzle it all over their bodies and then wait for their own The Boy to come ho–I MEAN–eat it straight like applesauce, or enjoy it alongside some thick yogurt. Wholesome things. Like that.
All-Natural, No Refined Sugar Strawberry Rhubarb Sauce
1/2 cup water
1/4 to 1/3 cup maple syrup (Agave would work well, too, as would honey. If you’re going to use cane sugar, bump up the amount to about 1/2 cup.)
2 T cornstarch
2 T lemon juice
1 bunch rhubarb, sliced (about 4 cups)
1 quart strawberries (mine were little so I left them whole)
Combine the water, maple syrup, lemon juice, salt, rhubarb, and strawberries in a saucepot and turn the heat to medium-high. Cook, stirring occasionally, until the rhubarb is soft, about 5-7 minutes. Mix the cornstarch with 3 Tablespoons cold water and stir in, cooking for an additional 3 minutes, or until thickened. Remove from heat and let cool–keeps in an airtight container for about a week, longer if you’re feeling like a daring misfit. And I know you are.