I am a terrible Londoner.  I have been here over a year and a half and have never made the trip to one of the most famous London markets, Borough Market.  Located under an overpass near London Bridge, the market has a very eclectic mixture of foodstuffs.  In addition to a wide array of take-away joints (gourmet take-away of course) one can buy produce, fish, spices, meats, fresh cheeses, flowers, and even freshly killed rabbit (which was quite shocking to see hanging so soon after Easter).

I am finding that I have many of my father’s nuances within my personality.  As one of the

most popular markets in London, Borough Market was naturally pack jammed with Londoners and tourists alike.  I was not the only one snapping photos and as people loitered in front of me, blocking the walkways to frame a shot, I felt my frustration level rising.  Like my dad, I get really anxious in crowded spaces.  If I am not able to make my way through the space I become very frustrated and claustrophobic.  As a result we didnt last very long.  We did last long enough for Jon to have two meals and for me to buy a few goods.  Right before leaving I found a German booth that sold the same type of mustard that Cassie had as well as currywurst ketchup.  I managed to hold myself back and only invest in the mustard (which I was quite pleased about because the jar was too big to bring back in my carry-on last weekend).  In addition to the mustard I purchased some rhubarb to make a pie later in the afternoon and some wine.  You pay £2 for the bottle and then £2.50 to fill it out of a barrel of wine.  I decided to make the investment which gives me a reason to go back to the market besides the delicious food. 

As I mentioned before Jon had two lunches but I only participated in the last one.  The little restaurant sported the longest line imaginable for a toasted cheese sandwich.  I have to admit however, I was intrigued.  There was a device that held half a rind of cheese under a hot flame.  Once the cheese was bubbling and melted the rind was removed and the hot cheese was scraped into the sandwich, or in our case onto a baked potato.  It smelled delicious and tasted even better. 

Once toting my goods home I went straight to the kitchen to start preparing my rhubarb pie.  At this time I am without internet (so who knows when this will actually be uploaded) so I was concerned about how I was going to make my crust.  Luckily after searching through several cookbooks I stumbled upon my Aunt Jackie’s recipe for pie crust in my Moe Family Reunion Cookbook.  Rhubarb pie is my absolute favorite and I dont add apples or strawberries like other people to sweeten it up.  As you can imagine, my pie is pretty sour and I have a feeling that I will be the only one eating it, especially since Jon informed me while I was standing in line to pay that he didnt eat rhubarb.  Without further ado, here is the recipe.

Fresh Rhubarb Pie

4 cups chopped rhubarb

1 1/3 cups white sugar

6 TB all-purpose flour

1 Tb butter

9 in. pie crust

1. Preheat oven to 450F (230C)

2. 2.Combine sugar and flour.  Sprinkle 1/4 of it over pastry in pie crust.  Heap rhubarb over this mixture.  Sprinkle with remaining sugar and flour.  Dot with small pieces of butter.  Cover with top crust.
   

3. 3.Place pie on lowest rack in oven.  Bake for 15 minutes.  Reduce oven temperature to 350F (175C) and continue baking for 40 to 45 minutes.