The rain is a grey curtain and Sundays can be hard to overcome at the best of times. What better than to make a glorious Crumble to banish the demon of noontide.The human condition is so profoundly unfair and I have always sensed this on Sundays more than on any other day. There is so much quietness and stillness around. Nature seems to sense it too. Milo looks at me and is aware, but I doubt he is as aware of his mortality the same as we humans are. You, dear readers, can perhaps sense that a good Crumble is the only answer.
The rhubarb clump this years is monumental. One could almost climb the stalks with the help of a small ladder or by Helvi piggybacking on me. For a while Helvi and I spoke about making the annual rhubarb apple crumble. The Christmas period was too hectic. I need absolute stillness and total freedom including unquestioning obeisance of all kitchen utensils including wooden spoons, sugar bowl, oven, water, handtowels, closely followed by cinnamon sticks, shredded coconut, even 200 grams of butter and… secret ingredients. But of that later.
I also have to take time to rub hands together in glee in anticipated joyful beatings of overwhelming sadness and sardonically smiling curmudgeons. ( into submission) After due contemplation I cut the rhubarb stalks, five large ones and three green apples which I put in saucepan with cinnamon sticks and half a cup of sugar. With a little water I brought this to boil. I mixed self raising flour, sugar, shredded coconut and my secret ingredients; blue berries and couscous! This was then clumped with cold butter ready to be spread over the cooked rhubarb and apple. The couscous was an afterthought. I did not have the oats or other roughage to give the crumble, the well…, the crumble. The lot with the crumble spread over the fruit was cooked in the oven at 180c for about 25 minutes. The couscous in the crumble was a huge success and I now plan to patent this ingredient.
I have yet to read about couscous in a rhubarb Crumble. Have you? All in all, the Crumble was the best ever. The Sunday has a smile now as well, the rain in retreat.