Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb.

The first Yorkshire rhubarb this season. Grown in the forcing sheds belonging to our farm shop. Tomlinson’s of Pudsey.
So I have made our favourite rhubarb and orange tart. ( see extra )
A slice with a dollop of cream will be perfect.

We woke to a slight covering of snow, which was slushy by the time I drove to farm shop.
A day of sunshine and snow flurries. Maximum temperature 3C.

Now sat in front of a roaring fire, with a glass of wine and bowl of crisps before starting tea.
A cosy night in which I love, especially as I am listening to Rod Stewart and The Great American Songbook.