Description: Emily Farris shares drink recipes and home decor (with a bit of old-house restoration) from her 1916 Arts-and-Crafts Kansas City bungalow.
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Rhubarb season came late this year. At least at my grocery store, anyway. For months (or at least weeks), every time Kyle went to the store, I’d yell, “Check for rhubarb!” as he walked out the door.
If I were a different person, I might have loaded two small children into their car seats in a pandemic and pushed my SUV of a stroller through a crowded Saturday farmers’ market to find the pretty pink stalk in March or April. But I’m not that person. So I waited until Kyle finally spotted it at the grocery store. Then I waited while it sat in the bottom of the fridge for another week to make my rhubarb syrup. Then I waited another week to make this fucking cocktail because I’m still parenting in a pandemi