While suffering (silently :-/) through the power outage last week, I found myself at loose ends. I couldn't wash anything (no water), I had gone up to the farm to get water for the livestock, I had finished two books. It was too freakin hot to do anything outside (I am a hot weather wimp). I had broom swept the floors, dusted and cleaned windows. I had paced and fumed.
I walked out to the chicken yard and noticed they were all huddled in the shade opposite the rhubarb patch. Quickly darting in - "quickly" is relevant, as I usually set up some intricate process of access to things that need to be chicken-proofed. These quickly become me-proofed as well. I cut four pounds of stems and proceeded to make a batch of rhubarb wine.
I go by the motto: When Life Hands You [insert vegetable/fruit], Make Wine.