I love rhubarb! I grew up eating the stuff. It is a weird fruit/vegetable. Some people love it, some hate it, and others don’t even know that it exists. Then some are just simply too scared to try it. I have tried several times to grow the stuff out here in this crazy climate of Oklahoma but to no avail. So I finally accepted defeat and now I just buy it in the store. I was asked to make a coffee cake for a lady the other week and now I have rhubarb on the brain. 002.jpg     No, it’s not a pie. The recipe makes a 9 x 13 size but I wanted to divide it in half. I didn’t want the lady to worry about returning my pan, so………..this is what I came up with. Not professional, I know, but does that matter?

Rhubarb Coffee Cake

1/2 cup butter, softened  ( Mmmmm….I love butter )

1  1/2 cup sugar

1 egg

2  1/2 cup all-purpose flour

1 tsp. baking soda

1/2 tsp. salt

1 cup buttermilk  ( bring on the dairy )

3 cup sliced fresh/frozen rhubarb, thawed and drained  ( I’ve been known to throw it in frozen )

1 tsp. vanilla

1 cup packed brown sugar

1/2 cup chopped pecans

     In a mixing bowl, cream butter and sugar. Beat in egg. Combine flour, baking soda and salt. Add alternately to the creamed mixture with the buttermilk. Mix well. Stir in rhubarb and vanilla. Pour into greased 9 x 13 baking pan. Sprinkle with brown sugar and pecans. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 min. or until toothpick inserted comes out clean.

Topping:

1 cup sugar

1/2 cup butter ( here’s that beautiful butter again )

3 Tablespoon milk ( Yes, awesome milk )

1 tsp. vanilla

In a saucepan, combine sugar, butter and milk; bring to a boil. Remove from heat and stir in vanilla. Pour over hot cake. Serve immediately. If for some crazy reason you can’t eat all of it right away, store it in the fridge. 003.jpg     Come to Mama!!! This is the best ever! When this came out of the oven, I smelled the awesomeness of it and decided there is no way that I’m giving that lady both of these. So I grabbed a fork, stood by the counter and ate right out of the pan. I felt absolutely no guilt! Every time I walked through the kitchen, I stopped and ate more.  It didn’t last but a day.

     I’m thinkin I need to make another one this weekend and this time I’m keeping all of it for myself. I’ll walk an extra lap or so on that ole hill. Besides, it’s been one of those days……………………..One of those days when I  wish I were a dog……………………………Carol 025.jpg