When my grandmother died, I went back to Maine for her burial, and was walking around the outside of her house just thinking about playing here when I was younger, there was a huge bunch of rhubarb, growing and spreading. I asked my aunt if I could take just a couple of small pieces to see if I could transplant them to my home in NC. She even helped me dig some up. Three small pieces, that is what I had, they barely survived the trip home, all were severely wilted, and two were to the point of no return (or so I thought). We planted them anyway, gave them some love, and what do you know, they all pulled through and have been thriving. We have three huge bunches of rhubarb. And my dh loves rhubarb, as much as I. Here is a picture of some rhubarb I picked last week, I also had some for freezing, and will have plenty more over the months to come.
And here is a picture of my solar oven, love having that back out again, and inside is a rhubarb crisp cooking. I meant to get a picture of it after it was all done, but too late for that now.