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Today my friend Gary & I made strawberry jam at his house- the fruit was 24 hours out of the fields.  These are no ordinary strawberries- they will knock you unconscious with the beauty of their perfume.

Quite a few years ago, I was told that the northern arc of Lake Calhoun in present day Minneapolis, long before European settlement, was a sort of United Nations.  Tribes traveled from around the region to take part in treaties and negotiations.

That was also when I learned for the first time that some of the tribes from here customarily serve strawberries at ceremonial functions and important meetings, with the admonishment that when we eat strawberries together, we are all obliged under sacred law to speak the truth to one another.

When we were very young, my brother, sister & I used to go out and pick berries for HOURS in the hot summer sun.  Out in the country where we grew up, the supply was endless & these berries from Wadena, Minnesota are miraculously as good as those childhood wild strawberries from Daggett, Michigan.

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To make a strawberry rhubarb pie, I consulted an old edition of the Farm Journal Cookbook- a wonderful and classic American cooking tool with lots of heritage recipes.  I used a version of this pie that includes honey!

First you get rhubarb from Gary’s back yard and chop it up 🙂

I used 4 cups of chopped rhubarb, 2 cups chopped fresh strawberries, 1-1/4 cups sugar, a 1/4 cup of honey, 6 Tbsp all purpose flour, a teaspoon of cinnamon, and the zest of one whole lemon.

It’s fun to weave a lattice top crust- it makes it a really old-fashion pie.

Don’t worry if all the ends aren’t even.  You’re just going to eat them anyway.  I brushed this with a little egg and water whipped together, and then I sprinkled sugar on top.

Bake this pie at about 400F for a good 45 minutes, turn off the heat and allow to remain in the oven for another 10 minutes or so.  I put a cookie sheet under the pie as it bakes- if you don’t, you might have a mess to clean up on your oven floor.

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