When I was a kid, we spent the whole summer at the cottage. Within a day or two of school letting out, our van was packed to the brim with everything we’d need for eight blissful weeks. I’d spend entire days at the beach, devour books, play hide and seek and ride my bike, hunt for cans to return for pocket change to spend on comics, candy and the arcade.
The cottage is right in the middle of one of the best blueberry territories on earth. I’d snack on them straight from the bush when building tree forts in the woods. I’d run out with a mug to gather a half cup when my mom caved in and make pancakes. less fun, I remember sweating in the bush while horseflies buzzed our heads when my mom would take us out to to a big harvest. If you wanted the blueberry cake, or blueberry pie or blueberry dumplings (oh my, just typing that last makes me salivate) or blueberry jam that would come of them, you wouldn’t complain about the heat or the flies or the time you were missing at the beach; you’d just shut up and pick.
My mom considered the harvest a precious batch. They were apportioned out for specific purposes and they were never to be snacked on or eaten by the handful. The cottage was the only place in the world I ate blueberries that weren’t jam-ified or served at a restaurant because my mother declared cultivated blueberries inferior and WAY too expensive for purchase. Now that I’m grown I buy blueberries all the time, but the legacy of my mom is still around. Every Saturday morning, my husband makes whole grain, flaxy pancakes for us, and the blueberries are always bought for them. I don’t snack on them, I don’t use them for other things – I was very well trained as a kid.
The other day when having a little granola and milk as small, high fiber snack in lieu of a full meal between brunch and a late dinner. I saw the blueberries when I was getting the milk and on impulse scooped out a few to add to the granola (a banana nut, storebought Muslix variety) and… wow! So delicious! Each berry a little burst of delight amid the crunch. Ever since, there’s a little handful of them on my breakfast… low cal, low GI, high antioxidants… and wow!
I love me my blueberries.
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