Strawberries are lovely with ice cream, with shortcake, with whipped cream or dipped in dark chocolate. But they have no business consorting with rhubarb. Not when pineapple is rhubarb’s natural mate. There. I’ve said it. And if you think I’m wrong then we may have to engage in a taste test. Or arm-wrestle.
This is not a recipe blog. Nor will it soon become one. But in case you can’t tell, I have strong feelings about rhubarb and pineapple. And I know that my stance is correct. Oh all right. I’ll prove it to you. With the recipe for my mother’s rhubarb-pineapple pie – the absolute, hands-down winner, the best pie in the entire universe. See?
All right. You can’t really see – or taste – simply by seeing the recipe. And alas, I have no photographs of pie my mom baked. Nor do I have pics of a finished pie of my own making. You see, I’ve always been convinced that whoever came up with the phrase ‘easy as pie’ was lying. There is nothing I find remotely easy about pie – except eating it. I have tried to replicate Mom’s pie – with limited success. It always tastes delicious – reminiscent of the pie she’d make when I was a kid, when I was home from college, and anytime I visited. But my pie has never approached photo-worthy.
I share Mom’s recipe, though, in hopes that you have a defter hand with pie than I – and that you’ll call me when it comes out of the oven. I’ll bring the ice cream.
I must confess that as much as I love Mom’s pie, it did not precisely provide the impetus for this defense of rhubarb with pineapple. Pinterest did with this post. Only because I was inspired to try this two-ingredient recipe last week. Partly I was skeptical. How can it be so simple, I wondered. One cake mix, one can of pineapple? That’s all?
But no… Add more inspiration – and a generous handful of rhubarb chunks! And then, you get the most delectable, if crumbly, tartness from rhubarb that marries perfectly with the sweetness of the pineapple and angel food.
In minutes. With zero measuring which is the primary reason I resist all things baking. (So tedious to measure.) And voila! Hallelujah! A truly easy way to conjure my memories of the best flavor combination of all time.
By the way, you’ll notice I have no photo of the finished cake either. It didn’t last long enough. It wasn’t all me. The guy who said he doesn’t like rhubarb changed his mind! And did you notice? Strawberries did not make the team. Make mine rhubarb-pineapple!