The house I grew up in (and where my Mum and Dad still live) was built on rhubarb fields and everyone had patches of it in their garden that they spent years trying to get rid of.
I have a teeny tiny garden and 3 years ago I put a rhubarb plant in a big pot. It thanks me every year for ignoring it by sprouting plenty of stalks - there were only 4 that were ready but there looks to be another 10 stalks growing - and I thank it in return by yanking the stalks out.
I've no idea when I'm supposed to yank them out or cut them, but it keeps coming back so it can't be too upset about it!
I chopped it all up and mixed it with sugar and left it overnight until it went gloopy
.... boiled it all up in my jam pan and ta-daaaa!
It called for soft white bread toasted. Mmmmmmmmmm.......