I’m sharing a story of blueberries and our fruit-bearing lives at The Glorious Table today. Will you join me there?
Have you ever picked blueberries?
I remember picking blueberries at my grandparents’ house when I was a kid. When I close my eyes, an image floats behind my eyelids of my ten-year-old self. I’m barefoot, dressed in brightly colored shorts and a t-shirt. My hair swings in the breeze as I stand in front of the blueberry bush collecting my treasure. I sneak a few of the biggest berries into my mouth, savoring the sweet-yet-tart juice as they burst between my teeth.
When my container is full, I carry it to the kitchen where Grammy is rolling out pie crust. I watch as she places it into the pie tin. Together we wash and prepare the blueberries, adding them to the waiting crust before sliding the whole thing into the oven. As the aroma permeates the house, my stomach begins to rumble in anticipation. …