I went to our local farmers' market with hubby this morning. It's early in the season, so there wasn't a huge selection, but I picked up some tok choy (never had it before, sort of like a spicy spinach), smoked turkey breast, and rhubarb.
When my brother and I were kids, my parents always kept a garden, and we had fruit trees in the yard (an apple, pear, dwarf cherry, and two peach), and rhubarb and raspberry patches (all on a single city lot). In the summer, Mom would give us a small bowl of sugar and send us out to eat rhubarb and pick some for her to make pies or jam, warning us not to eat too much (which we always ignored, and ended up with at least a mild stomach ache or case of the poos).
Tonight, I poured a couple tablespoons of Splenda in a bowl, and ate a stalk of rhubarb, dipping it in sugar. I was smart enough not to go back for another stalk, but it was as deliciously tart-sweet as I remembered (more sour than sweet, even dipped in the sugar).

I think my fingers were stained all summer long. I haven't had one in years.
I have a patch of it in my garden. I primarily use it for jams and pies but I sometimes make a mighty good rhubarb relish with the stuff. I cut it and freeze any that I can't use right away. Then I use it during the winter. Yummmmmy. Most people pair it up with strawberries but it's also super good with blueberries in jam or a fruit crisp.