now that's a pie

Today is National Strawberry Rhubarb Wine Day.  Three great things wrapped up in one package.  My stepmom used to make excellent strawberry rhubarb pie but I've never tasted it as wine.  I'm willing to try it if anyone has a source.  Thinking about rhubarb pie reminds me of one my west coast sister-in-law baked for me many years ago.  She and my brother were newly married and living in their first home, an old house in an old neighborhood in Spokane.  My husband and I were visiting and she asked if I would like to help her pick rhubarb for a pie.  Of course I said yes and we went out to the rhubarb patch growing at the back of their lot.  It evidently had been growing there for a long, long time.  When we got there, she took out a paring knife and cut off one stalk, one five foot long huge stalk and that's all she needed to make two pies.  I've never seen taller rhubarb anywhere.  Side note, my sister-in-law is only 4 feet 11 inches tall.  For her, going into that rhubarb patch was like going into a jungle. The pie was delicious.