Let’s hear it for rhubarb

I didn’t even know that rhubarb existed in the New World. I live in the Old World -- Sweden. From time to time, I log on to latimes.com. To my surprise, I found your interesting article on rhubarb [“King of Tart” by Russ Parsons, April 9].

My roots are in the family’s 400-year-old farm, where rhubarb planted generations ago is still very much enjoyed. For a couple of weeks every spring, we enjoy it as dessert just about every day. I hope your article will give rhubarb the comeback it deserves. Even here, unless you grow your own, it’s hard to come by.

Bengt Erik Eriksson

Stockholm, Sweden

I live (and grow a little rhubarb) in Santa Maria. My mother makes rhubarb sauce, my wife makes strawberry rhubarb pie, and I make rhubarb applesauce as well as rhubarb upside-down cake.

By the way, my father grew up in Pico, where a neighbor had a commercial rhubarb patch in the river bottom somewhere near Durfee Avenue and Peck Road.

John Larson

Santa Maria