Recipe Round Up: Calling All Desserts!

June’s round up is up and running at Simply A Musing Blog. Go check out the recipes and don’t forget to add yours.

Strawberry-Rhubarb Pie

This is my entry in tomorrow’s dessert recipe round up at Simply a Musing Blog. This recipe was posted previously at my old blogger blog. It’s cheap strawberry season here and the rhubarb is up in the garden, so I’ve been thinking of making this.

One unbaked pie shell

Filling

• 1 egg
• 1 cup sugar
• 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
• 3 cups sliced fresh rhubarb (1/2 inch slices)
• 2 cups sliced fresh strawberries

Topping

• 3/4 cup all-purpose flour
• 1/2 cup packed brown sugar
• 1/2 cup oats (quick cooking or rolled)
• 1/2 cup butter

1. Preheat oven to 400F
2. Place pie shell in a 9 inch pie pan, fold under excess and flute edge
3. In a large mixing bowl, beat egg. Beat in the sugar, flour and vanilla. Fold in the sliced rhubarb and strawberries. Pour this filling into pie shell.
4. In a medium bowl, mix flour, brown sugar and oats. Cut the butter in until crumbly. Sprinkle on top of the pie filling.
5. Bake at 400F for 10 minutes, and then reduce heat to 350F and bake for 35 minutes longer. Top should be brown and bubbly.
6. Cool a bit before serving with whipped cream or ice cream.
7. Store cooled pie in the refrigerator.

Graduation Dinner Photos

Here’s a photo of youngest son and me after his grad dinner, but before the sometimes boring and sometimes inappropriate speeches. The lack of decorum, by the way, was not on the part of the students or the parents, but by the principal and one of the teachers in their speeches. And in case you think it was just old fogey me who found some remarks shocking, my older children’s jaws dropped during some of the program.

 

The principal asked questions, intended to be humorous, about the future of some of the graduating students, and several of them crossed the line from funny to rude or humiliating, and at least one had sexual innuendo which was just disturbingly creepy when made by a fifty-year-old principal about an 18-year-old girl student.

 

In youngest son’s case, the supposedly funny question was about whether he would become a male stripper. I think the remark was meant to be a funny compliment about his athlete’s physique, but it embarrassed youngest son. Made by one of his friends or by his brother in a teasing way, he might have thought if funny; but hearing it from his principal in front of several hundred people, his family included, was a whole different matter.

 

I’m not sure most 17 and 18-year-olds are ready to endure public roasting type remarks anyway, even if they were all tastefully done. Sure they laugh it off—they have to, or they look like a poor sport—but do you think they enjoy it?

 

But it was fun to see youngest son all spiffied up and in a tux, and to see all the other students in their formal wear, too. Two of youngest son’s close friends gave a speech together that was short, funny, and superbly done, and I wouldn’t have wanted to miss that, either. So all was not lost.

 

 
Here’s a photo I took of all four kids together.