Rhubarb Pie and the Church Dinner
Shortly after being married I joined St. Andrew's Church because, of course, my husband was a member there. My membership was withdrawn from Central United Church at Unionville. The ladies of the Church prepared dinners from time to time in the White Sunday School building. The W. A. (Womens Association) was not yet formed but the W.M.S. women and others prepared the food.
For the first dinner I went to, I was asked to bring a pie. Of course, being newly married, I had not made many pies. My Mother had been the expert cook at our home. We had some rhubarb plants in the garden of the Kingston Road property and so I decided to make a rhubarb pie.
We arrived at the Sunday School in time and I went to the kitchen with my offering. A few minutes later I overheard one of the ladies, a friend of my Mother-in Law say, "Who would ever bring a rhubarb pie to a church dinner?" I was too embarrassed to admit that I was the culprit.
Although the incident has remained in my memory, I realize why this lady felt that way about rhubarb. She had married a farmer and probably every spring they ate rhubarb until they were tired of it. It was a very everyday food, evidently not meant for a Church Dinner in 1952.
I have found recently, however, that if I make rhubarb pies for the Church Bazaar in Pickering, they are snapped up just as quickly as many of the other kinds. Many of the city people who do not have access to a free supply of the plant seek out that kind of pie as a special treat.
The Scarboro Heights Record V10 #3