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Every summer, my grandmother’s kitchen transformed into a small-batch canning haven, the air thick with the tangy perfume of rhubarb and simmering sugar. Her rhubarb butter—smooth, tart, and delicately sweet—was her secret weapon, spooned over toast, pancakes, and even stirred into yogurt. It wasn’t flashy, just simple, humble magic, rooted in generations of homestead cooking. … Read more