The first, slender shocking-pink stalks of January’s forced rhubarb have come and gone. And at quite a ticket. Did you take home a paltry bundle at exorbitant price like I did? If so, did you roast it to enjoy with slices of blood orange, or poach it gently under foil? Did you pair it with apples under a blanket of nubbly crumble and dig in with a spoon? Or did you stew it to silky strands with spoons of sugar and fold it into an airy cloud of whipped cream?