Hope Springs Eternal (or at least from January to June)

Rhubarb and custard tart

Jane Grigson does not like rhubarb. Jane Grigson does not like rhubarb at all.

Her Fruit Book is a delightful and beautiful thing: each chapter is a paeon to an individual fruit, listed in alphabetical order. All, that is, apart from her chapter on rhubarb. That chapter is something to behold: a barely disguised invective against rhubarb, laced with vitriol. Yes, there are recipes within the chapter, but each speaks of flavours that will ‘improve’ or ‘ameliorate’ rhubarb, and are littered with caveats.And don’t get her started on rhubarb and custard: one two line instruction exists and begins with the fatal line ‘if you must have rhubarb with custard’.  The entire chapter drips with disdain and derision.

One can only imagine the conversation she had with her editor, in which her editor must have cajoled, wheedled and insisted that rhubarb was necessary, unmissable. And that Jane, begrudgingly, consequently wrote this chapter. And so exists a Joycean rant about this ‘semi-fruit’ (botanically, she is right: rhubarb is not a fruit). Rhubarb is not honoured with the crisp, clean, occasionally soaring prose of every other chapter in her book, but instead, dealt with by a series of staccato, irritable sentences and fragments. For Jane Grigson, it is clear, rhubarb leaves a sour taste in the mouth.

But, she is wrong. Rhubarb is no longer a nursery food, it needn’t be boiled into oblivion, into a sour fibrous mush. There is something innately cheering about rhubarb, not least that its face-twistingly sour, firm façade so willing gives itself up to a more complex, interesting bittersweet flavour if shown a spoonful of sugar and ten minutes in a hot oven. Roasted rhubarb, young and pink and vibrant, is a joy.

Rhubarb and custard tart

I think rhubarb brings with it hope. Rhubarb comes into season just as we need it: when the days have been too short for too long, rhubarb appears, in glorious technicolour, an acid pink that is nature’s nod to its sweet-sour qualities. The rhubarb season is a long one, that starts abruptly after Christmas and stretches luxuriously into June. It is especially long because it spans the forced rhubarb season (January through to March/April), and the field rhubarb season (April through June). Not like the elusive blood orange that appears teasingly with its blushing skin and ruby innards, only to disappear as soon as you remember the season has arrived. Blood Orange Fortnight is, for me, one of the most frantic parts of the year). No such fear with rhubarb, which once arrived, is here to stay. Or at least until June.

Rhubarb and custard tart

Rhubarb has been forced since the 1800s: a process, originally accidental, now designed, by which rhubarb is grown in complete darkness meaning it doesn’t develop the green or fibrous qualities (anyone who has ever made the mistake of buying tinned rhubarb as a substitute for the real thing will be familiar with these woes). It is grown in the Rhubarb Triangle (a 9 miles squared area in West Yorkshire). The rhubarb is initially grown in the fields, but then transferred to dark, heated sheds, where its stalks turn crimson and tender. Traditionally, delightfully, the rhubarb is picked by candelight to avoid light exposure.

It’s trite to say that spring brings hope and heralds new starts, but that doesn’t make it any the less true. Starts which are sweeter and fresher than those of January, when resolutions are made in a fog of hungover regret, and destined for failure. Spring feels like a second chance. I am happy to crown rhubarb the mascot of spring, of hope. We, like forced rhubarb, have survived the frost and the darkness, and these hot pink, slender shoots are our reward. It propels us into the sunny safety of summer, and then disappears until we need its cheer again.

Rhubarb and custard tart

So here is my rhubarb and custard tart: a sweet shortcrust, cut through with orange zest, topped with a silken, vanilla speckled creme patissiere which, when baked, firms up to give just the merest hint of what, I think, Nigella would call ‘inner thigh wobble’. Use the brightest and best rhubarb you can find: firm, not floppy, and a vivid pink, The roasted rhubarb retains its shape and integrity, and although there is a little bit of sugar to encourage the sweetness, it still has a sharpness, but with a soft, almost floral flavour underneath. You could bake the rhubarb into the tart, and it would be delicious, but I love the way this rhubarb stands proudly above the custard, with each mouthful containing rhubarb and custard, distinct from another, the soft creamy custard set against the sharp sweetness of the rhubarb rather than muddled together. The roasting will produce some of the most gorgeous rose-coloured rhubarb juice you are ever likely to find: drain it from the pan, and use it as the base for a gin cocktail. It is glorious.

I use a long rectangular tart tin for this, about 30 cm by 10 cm, and the quantity of ingredients given below broadly reflects that. This, I’m sure, would work equaly well in a round tart tin, and would recommend that you use one approximately 25 cm in diameter: you may need to bake the custard for very slightly longer to make sure that it has set in the middle.

Rhubarb and custard tart

I am not an elegant person. I’ve written before about home bakes, and how mine have a tendancy to look very homemade, but this tart is an excellent cheat for that: it’s terribly simple to put together, and the most lazily spooned custard and haphaardly placed rhubarb will struggle not to bake up into something handsome. This isn’t a nursery pudding, this is a pudding which demands an audience: it cries out for friends, and posies of tulips on the table, for streaming sunlight, and small patterned plates and, maybe, cake forks.

It goes like this:

Rhubarb and custard tart

Rhubarb and Custard Tart

Makes: 8 elegant portions, 4 fat square portions.
Takes: 1 hour (including cooling)
Bakes: 35 minutes

For the pastry
170 g plain flour
100g butter, cut into cubes
1 tablespoon icing sugar
1 egg yolk
Ice cold water
Zest of 1/2 orange (optional)

For the rhubarb
Zest of 1/2 orange
400g rhubarb
2 tablespoons of caster sugar

For the custard
325 ml whole milk
3 medium egg yolks
75g caster sugar
2 tbsp plain flour
1/2 vanilla pod

1. First, make your pastry. In a large bowl, rub the flour, butter and icing sugar (and orange zest, if using) until it looks like fine breadcrumbs. Add your egg yolk to the bowl and cut into the pastry with a knife. When it starts to come together, use your hands to bring it into a ball of dough. If it’s struggling, add a few drops of ice cold water.  Knead very briefly only until the dough is just smooth. Flatten into a disc, wrap in clingfilm and rest in the fridge for 20 minutes.

2. Once rested, roll the pastry out to the thickness of a pound coin and line your pastry tin with it. You can do this by flouring a rolling pin, rolling the pastry onto it, and then slowly draping it over the tin. Gently push into the shape and pattern of the tin, and then roll your rolling pin slowly but firmly across the top of the tin: this will neatly cut off the excess pastry. Prick all over with a fork, and place in the freezer for 30 minutes.

3. Pre heat the oven to 200 degrees C. Remove the pastry from the freezer, line with baking paper, and add baking beans or uncooked rice. Cook for 10 minutes, remove the baking paper and beans and return to the oven for 5 minutes until the base is golden, but not brown.

4. Roast the rhubarb. Cut your rhubarb into batons about 2.5-3 inches long (but be led by the size and shape of your pan). Place in a single layer on a lined baking tray. Sprinkle with the sugar, zest half an orange over the top of it all, and roast for 10 minutes until tender, but retaining its shape. Reserve the juice for gin, and thank me later.

5. Now make the custard: split the vanilla pod down the middle, and scrape the seeds out using the back of your knife and add them, along with the pod itself, to the milk. Place the milk in a pan, and bring it gently to the boil. Once boiling, remove the vanilla pod. Beat the egg yolks with the sugar and flour in a large bowl with a balloon whisk.

6. Pour a small amount of the hot milk over the egg-sugar-flour mix, and stir with the whisk whilst doing so. Add the rest of the milk and continue to stir gently but continually .

7. Return the custard mixture to the pan and heat gently, stirring throughout. Keep heating and stirring until the mixture perceptibly thickens, and is the consistency of pouring custard rather than pouring cream. If your mixture becomes lumpy (this can happen if your heat is too high), don’t panic, just push it through a sieve before cooling. Place in a bowl and cover with clingfilm, which should touch the surface of the custard.

7. Assemble your tart. Using a spatula, smooth the custard into the tart and carefully lay the rhubarb on top, as neatly as you can. I use a pallette knife to do this because I am very clumsy. Bake in the oven at 170 degrees for about fifteen minutes, until the custard is set, but retains a slight wibble.

8. Ta Dah!

Rhubarb and custard tart

Icing on the Cake

I tend to serve this tart without any attempt at amelioration or improvement (sorry, Jane), but it would be lovely with orange zest-spiked creme fraiche, drizzled with the reserved rhubarb juice.

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  1. Beautifully written! This is a real joy to read. Lovely to meet you last night. I searched for you to tag the picture of your muffins. 🙂 That sounds a bit wrong… See you at the next Cook Book Club! Jen x

    1. Jen! Thank you! That is so lovely to hear; it was great to meet you — see you at the next one, where I will demand every minute detail from Tuscany from you… Lx

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