Rhubarb & strawberry compote

You know when you were young and there were foods that just seemed so ‘adult’.  By that I mean as a child it was impossible to comprehend why your mum or dad actually enjoyed that particular food and would choose to eat it.  I can recall thinking that about pistachio ice cream, blue cheese (I mean why on earth would you want to eat mould when there was perfectly fresh kraft single cheese/cheese sticks in the fridge) and rhubarb.

Now I love all three of those things.  I guess that makes me an adult, oh bum.

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