The rhubarb and gooseberries have finally left the building...courtesy of (a) a Nigella Lawson recipe for rhubarb polenta cake (not bad, but a bit soggy for my liking, and I probably won't make it again) and (b) Pippa, who whisked them off to be topped by sponge. I'm still not keen on either, it has to be said. I'll probably get hate mail from rhubarb lovers now, but to be honest, for me you can't beat raspberries, picked straight from the garden. I've got a container of raspberry canes, grown on from a single cane that Astrid gave me years ago...and this year's been the best yet.