love in springtime: rhubarb raspberry crostata
a little over 3 years ago, a young law student – who i had met par hasard, by chance, outside a cafe in cleveland a few years prior – started taking me out in manhattan. he thought i would like a neighborhood called the west village and so we spent many nights dining, drinking, and flirting there.
our courtship began in springtime, and it was over these late, wine-drenched dinners, that we both discovered rhubarb, and how incredible it was in dessert. 4 springs later, i’m re-creating that love in my own kitchen.

