Mr. Chive noticed that Miss Rhubarb arrived in the garden around the same time he did. “Why, we could make a wonderful couple,” he thought. He took note of her lush green foliage and slim pink gams and approved of everything he saw. It was time to make his move.
He called out, “Hey, beautiful! How about contriving to spend time chiving with me? I see us pairing together well in jams, jellies, syrups, and maybe even cobblers. What do you say?”
Miss Rhubarb gasped with horror at this inappropriate suggestion and slapped every one of his slim green shoots before turning coldly away. “And don’t ever speak to me again!” She said as she left.
And that, folks, is how I feel about the prospect of finding a way to pair rhubarb and chives in the kitchen. They shouldn’t even be speaking to each other, much less planning a wedding. *shudder*
I’ll probably delete this in the morning if I’m not still reeling from the shock of Mr. Chive’s proposal to Miss Rhubarb.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
Is this just Act I? Is Mrs Rhubarb just playing hard to get? I predict Mr Chive will lay on the charm and have her chuckling in Act II. Then they will have a seemingly irreconcilable falling out before finding true love in the end. Probably in a savory pie.
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Never!!!!!
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Do you remember all the shows that Kraft sponsored on TV when we were growing up? Always a Miracle Whip commercial lurking somewhere during a break. There was one thing that really bothered me and that was a dollop of Miracle Whip served on a square of lime Jello, as if it were some sort of salad! And I’ll just bet that there was rhubarb in that Jello and chives snipped onto the Miracle Whip! Yum…not
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That’s another marriage that should never have happened. Yuk!!
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❤ <3<3
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