Rhubarb to football!

I'm going to be one crazy cat this evening. The Husband will be out watching the England match against..... Sweden (sorry for the pause; had to Google it). I am working late then having some quality time with a large glass of Rioja and 500g of stewed rhubarb.

Yes, the time for a Rhubarb and Ginger cheesecake has arrived! Given the retching noises made by the Husband  when I revealed this weekend's flavour I assume I'm going to have to consume most of this experiment alone. Both my next door neighbours are away this weekend, which I know because I've been asked to water plants on one side and feed Cassandra the goldfish on the other. So there are less folk than normal to distribute slices too, and something tells me Cassandra's appetite isn't going to be up to the job.

The rhubarb was baked yesterday with some light, soft brown sugar and ground ginger but it's still got some kick, which is just how I like it. It might end up a stringy curdled mess, but attempting to make it will be more fun than 90 minutes of football.

 Slice of cheesecake, Roy?