The earliest crop of the year has got to have a special place in anyone's life. Mine is at the pinnacle of the the plot. Of course, I'm talking rhubarb. But, like most of us, it takes some enticing, and I've not always been particularly successful in that department. So some investment in stimulation hardware was necessary to make sure the juicy pink stems rise to the occasion. While your local sex shop will sell you a rhubarb forcer for the wrong side of £100, your local reclamation yard will offer an attractive alternative for a fraction of that, although without the suggestive bulge. Of course, Yorkshireman just rip them up and do it in a dark shed but where's the romance in that? After a nice feed, my buds are already rousing and I can't wait for my first bite.
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