Wee pie

The men of the house have a fondness for rhubarb, be it in pie or crumble or other forms they take great delight in it.

I do not. I occasionally will eat a small amount of it but it's not something I particularly enjoy in it's cooked form (although give me a young stick of it and a wee pokey hat with sugar to dip it in and I'm quite happy.)

Tonight I was delighted to come in from a day of working in the garden to find that Steven had made a big rhubarb pie for himself and Campbell and wee individual raspberry and blue berry pie just for me.