This is my first time participating in Book of Yum's Adopt a Gluten-Free Blogger, but I have always been a fan. In fact, I was honored to be "adopted" by Ginger Lemon Girl (another one of the blogs I frequent) during last event's round-up.
As you might be able to tell by the above photo (I was using my parents camera and didn't have it on the correct setting; please excuse the blurriness), I chose to make Melissa's most recently posted recipe: Melissa’s Strawberry Rhubarb Juicy Crumble Tart. Boy, am I glad I did. Sunday's are usually family day in the life of the Good Eatah, meaning I'll be having a large feast of some sort with my parents, grandma, sister, brother-in-law and niece, and this time I was in charge of dessert. So, after reading all of the wonderful nutritional benefits of the glorious rhubarb on Melissa's blog, I knew what I was going to whip up.
You can't get any more simple than this recipe: Melissa used fresh strawberries, rhubarb, sugar, gluten-free flour, vegan margarine and nutmeg and cinnamon to make up this delicious crumble. No xantham gum, no baking soda, no hard-to-find flours -- just your basic ingredients, combined and baked to perfection. The only change I made was that I used three stalks of rhubarb, instead of five -- and that was only because that's all that I had.
Like the quotes from film critics in a blockbuster movie trailer, my family's praise of the crumble was stellar.
My sister exclaimed "This is really good; I especially like how the crumble part stayed crispy"
My Mother, who eats gluten and dislikes the taste of many gluten-free desserts stated "Write on your blog that I have a discerning palette and that I really like it." Got it.
My brother-in-law, whose ultimate compliment is comparing something he likes to eat to pot roast noted "Yum. This tastes like pot roast" Okay, he really didn't say that, but there is a running joke that if he makes the statement that something tastes like pot roast -- it means he likes it.
And Grandma, the one who nicknamed me "The Good Eatah" cleaned her plate.
Oh, and I can't forget about Henry and Elsa; they usually spend their days together mouth-wrestling, trying to choke each other by grabbing the collars around their necks and batting one another in the face with their paw when they want attention (okay, that's only Henry), but once I took a bowl of the crisp in my hand and assumed the photography position they were calm. It was a false hope, they weren't getting any crumble, but it made for a cute photo opp.