Summer Rhubarb-Berry Cobbler

After five days of seaside camping (“Catfish by the sea“), it was time to take our Airstream Safari home and thoroughly wash off the sea salt. It was also time to relax and think about a little summer reading and cooking something fun.  Last summer I made the Sonoran hot dog.  This season I’ve been inspired by Dr. C’s Insight out article, “Schmoozing Rhubarb,” a slice of Americana à la Charles Kuralt and Garrison Keillor, written after Dr. C and his family visited Lanesboro, the Rhubarb Capital of Minnesota, during the Rhubarb Festival held on the first Saturday of every June.

According to Wikipedia, rhubarb is a plant that has been grown in China for at least 5,000 years and used there as a laxative.  It was imported to Europe during the 14th century via the Silk Road and first came to the United States in the 1820s.  Its leaves are poisonous, but its fleshy rose-red petioles (stalks) are cooked and used in pies.

My search for rhubarb began with a visit to our favorite local farmers’ market in Hillcrest, San Diego.  I only found small plants for planting.  It seems the rhubarb season in Southern California is relatively short.

Earlier this week I did find rhubarb in a larger food store and while checking out, the cash register clerk asked me, “What’s rhubarb?“.  As I searched for the right words, I said, “Well its a plant… and its stalks are used in pies if you have the right recipe.” (I wasn’t going to get into the is-it-a-vegetable-or-fruit debate.)

So I brought 10 stalks home, along with a pint of strawberries and a frozen bag of mixed berries to ensure I had an adequate amount of filling.  I then got ideas on how to make rhubarb-berry cobbler filling by watching YouTube videos such as this one and this one.  First I washed the rhubarb and strawberries and assembled the ingredients.  (I did not use the mangos.)

I sliced each rhubarb lengthwise making three strips that I diced into 1/2″ pieces.  Then I sliced the strawberries, which were combined with the rhubarb in a large mixing bowl and I stirred in a mixture of 1 cup white sugar, 1 cup brown sugar, 1/2 cup tapioca, 1 tsp. lemon zest, 1 tsp. cinnamon, 1 tsp. vanilla extract, 1 tsp. grated nutmeg, a dash of salt and a dash of triple sec.  This was allowed to rest for 15 minutes while I preheated the oven to 425°.

The mixture was then placed in a 10″x15″ baking pan.

I then added the puff pastry, which was brushed with egg (for a golden crust) and I added the letter “C” in honor of Dr. C, the writer of “Schmoozing Rhubarb”, which inspired this project.

This was then placed in the oven and cooked for 15 minutes at 425° and for another 45 minutes at 350°.

It was taken out of the oven and allowed to cool for about 30 minutes and then sliced and served with French vanilla ice cream… Delicious!

Yes, this would be a great time for a piece of rhubarb pie… and to listen to “The Rhubarb Tart Song“!



  1. Rich Luhr says

    Looks awesome. One of the things I miss about living in the northeast is having my own rhubarb patch near the house — and the great rhubarb desserts that inevitably result!

  2. insightout says

    >>> Inspiring Blog Entry <<<

    The last time I was a source of inspiration, ~ 1962, announcing to my parents, "I'm leaving and I'm not coming back". Although both lived for nearly forty more years, they were still grinning when they met St. Peter.

    The cobbler looks mouth-watering. Tasting it, from a distance of 2500 miles, is a challenge….seems to have the same flavor as the liquid crystal display monitor on my Mac.

    Lynn makes a similar dish, much like a pineapple upside down cake. Rhubarb, strawberries, strawberry jello, plenty of sugar to marginalize the tartness, covered with DHines lemon cake mix. Served a capella or ala mode, one learns that eating too much can produce the laxative effect.

    Rhubarb contains an anthraquinone, similar to the active component in the Peri-, of Peri-Colace (casanthranol), Sunsweet prunes, or the Senna leaves. Very natural, and all the while enjoying a delicious taste treat.

    I do feel immortalized in pastry from your blog and am anxious to send it on to friends. They know a flake when they see one. Next time, feel free to use my complete initials, CNS, and as an old RN, I know you’ll have the nerve.