On Saturday, after I finished my race, Mike handed me a bottle of water. “What’d you get at the Farmer’s Market?” I asked him.
“Blueberries,” he said. “You’re making a pie this week.”
That second picture is to show you the lattice work I did there. Check me out. Also, check out the spot on the right where Mike snitched some crust. I think that means I did all right.
For a long time, I thought I didn’t really like pie, because I am not big on cooked fruit. I still wouldn’t just eat baked apples, but I am happy to discover that I do enjoy pie. I also enjoy the sense of accomplishment it gives me to make one. (Note to Mike: This does not mean I want you to go and buy more blueberries.)
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but it’s blueberry season…there’s only a very short window that you get blueberries. please let me buy some more…i’ll make you a smoothie!
There’s blueberry muffins … or frozen blueberries … or blueberry pancakes … or …
Can you tell that I grew up with blueberries? My grandmother had a dozen bushes, and at the peak of the season, you could get a gallon a day of just-ripe ones. Mmmmm.
[That pie looks awesome, Kari.]
It’s not blueberry season yet up here, but I’ll have to remember this.
Where’s mine?