I have short hair. I've had short hair for the past, oh, 7 years. And during the preceding however many, my hair tends to grow long, long, long, then get hacked off rather abruptly. The worst was the last time I had long hair, as in I could sit on it because it was so long. Seriously, I had to pull it out of the waistband of my jeans when I pulled pants on. After a run, my neck would ache from that huge mass of hair swinging back and forth behind me. So I chopped it off. And (as you could see from the wedding pictures), it's stayed pretty short ever since. I'm a no-fuss sort of person. If I can get away without blow drying, straightening, whatever-ing my hair - I will.
So what I'm leading up to is this. I'm growing my hair out right now. Have been ever since the wedding. You see, J hasn't ever seen me with long hair, and he's curious. Given that he has put up with me dragging him into nice clothing stores so that he's not wearing khakis from 10 years ago, I figured that I would go along with it. Little did I know (or remember, really), hair is really effing annoying when growing out. It flips in funny weird ways, you have the dreaded mullet occasionally during the process, and it gets in your eyes all the time. Even worse, I have little patience for maintaining any sort of socially acceptable hairdo, so I have yet to go get it trimmed and shaped. I currently have wings at my temples and it violently flips out at the base of my neck. Oh, yeah. My neck. Which hasn't felt hair on it in, that's right, seven years.
Which meant that this past Saturday during my run, all that went through my head was this: Oh god. Hair. On my neck. Sticking on my neck. I can feel it. Make it stop. Ugh. God. Hair. On. Neck. Stopstopstop. You get the idea. For 40 minutes, all I could focus on was the goddamned hair on my neck. And before anyone asks, no, those little bands do not keep my hair back (they slide right off) and no, my hair is not long enough to be restrained in any other way. So I'm stuck with the internal hair-on-neck monologue. Have I mentioned lately that North Carolina in April involves 95% humidity and highs already in the 80s? I've been noting that fact out loud whenever J is about, just to show how much I'm sacrificing for his wish to see me with long hair. Which might be why he willingly washed all of the dishes for this crisp, especially since the number of dishes required (or that I ended up using...) was approximately eleventy bajillion.
But let's be clear. Eleventy bajillion dishes aside, hair-on-neck distress aside, this crisp is abso-effing-lutely amazing. And totally worth it. It's one of my friend's favorite recipes out of this book, and I was beyond thrilled that I was able to find rhubarb for it. (Oh yes, because have I mentioned? In addition to it being too hot for apples in NC, it's also too hot for rhubarb. *grumblegrumble*) Luckily, the awesome co-op nearby had a stack of it, from which I giddily grabbed a handful. Also entertaining was that rhubarb is evidently a conversation starter - one guy was contemplating getting some when I grabbed mine and we started to talk about rhubarb and the problems of living in NC after growing up "up north." Then a woman chatted me up about how rhubarb didn't grown around here while I was checking out. And then the woman checking out my groceries asked what it was and what to use it in. Obviously, strawberry rhubarb double crisp. Obviously.
Also, not very photogenic. Makes up for that in pure deliciousness.
Last Week: Technically, a coffee ice cream tart, actually Pecan Powder Puffs (tart coming soon!)
Next Week: A Tourtely Apple Tart (which was a hit with J, despite our love of traditional apple pies)