Pass the custard

Mum and Dad have an allotment.
This year however it's been rather unattended for obvious reasons.
Saturday gone Mum and Mr B launched a rhubarb-mercy-mission though and gathered a-plenty.
It was a case of out with the old and in with the new earlier this evening as the woody stalks were relegated to the compost bin.
The more tender among them are now in the pan, masses of them, simmering away with some sugar and a dash of vanilla.
The result is destined for the freezer for many meals worth of yum to come.