I’ve been on the hunt for rhubarb. I live in northern England not far from the ‘rhubarb triangle,’ nine square miles of land in western Yorkshire (YORK-shure) that has the perfect cold weather and damp soil for rhubarb to thrive. The rhubarb triangle even boasts protected naming status of its product. Farmers can only call their rhubarb ‘Yorkshire forced rhubarb” if it’s cultivated within the triangle. Otherwise it’s just plain ole rhubarb. And that’s a bit of a bore, isn’t it?