Ah, Sunday...my official day off. Today is Mother's Day in France and the in-laws are coming to visit, which is nice because it's been a while since they've been here. I've made a rhubarb custard cake for them...apparently S.'s father doesn't really like tart foods but I didn't find that out until too late. I added a little sugar so I'll cross my fingers and hope for the best. It's one of my favorites, actually. I love rhubarb. It's funny how something that looks so much like celery can be so different and, well, not bland. The first time I bought some back home the cashier had to ask me what it was. I couldn't even feel smug about it because I myself had to ask another person to verify that what I had was indeed rhubarb. And even they didn't know. Rhubarb is definitely underappreciated in my neck of the woods.