Saucy

I made rhubarb sauce a couple of days ago. The last of it to be had.

Can summer really be that advanced that I don't have any more rhubarb? Tomatoes are ripening on the vine, the zucchini are blooming like there is no tomorrow and the air is thick and hot. I guess the answer is yes, it is nearly mid July.  How did that happen? Time is flying by too quickly for my taste. At this rate, I'll be an old crone before I realize it has happened. Those who might say; too late, it's already happened..... I say, shush.

My ever-expanding waistline does not need me making rhubarb sauce because with the sauce comes the vanilla ice cream. I love the combination of the tangy sauce with the smooth, sweet creaminess of the ice cream. A little too much. I have never in my life learned the virtue of moderation. At this stage I believe I never shall.

I took care of my neighbor's sheep and chickens over the 4th of July holiday and today she brought me some barbecue sauce as a gift. It feels like a languid summer day just begging for a rack of ribs on the grill. The arrival of smokey sauce I do believe has sealed the deal. Ribs, salad and ice cream topped with rhubarb sauce. As American as apple pie.