Ok, I couldn't open this story with a boring chunk of white cheese, so I opted for a pretty shot of my bleeding heart to welcome all of you back.
This is the story of a very empty cupboard, an overworked tired Mom, a lovely guest, and a shockingly bare cupboard.
Enter boring block of cheese..
This is all I had. A block of goat cheese.
On any other day, I'd have cracked open a jar of Missing Goat chutney and called it a day. But this was no ordinary gal coming over. This was a dear friend, who, being so dear, has had my chutney over and over and over again. Then over again. Always smiling, always saying delicious! I just couldn't serve it again.
But wait! Isn't the rhubarb up?
Yes, it is. But just barely. I managed to harvest about 5 little stems.
...brought them in for a trim and shampoo.
...into the pot for a bubble.
...add a sprig or two of rosemary (also just peeking up in the garden) and sugar to taste.
And lookie lookie. A tasty treat of rhubarb rosemary compote on goat cheese.
Phew.
