Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Blueberry is special.
It might just be my favorite pie of all. Please don't tell the apple, the cherry or the strawberry-rhubarb. Well, an August blueberry pie is a special, rite of passage. It makes every summer, really. And no, this one is not any of my doing. Yelena made it. Her first pie ever! It was delicious, just overloaded with fresh blueberries picked Sunday at Blueberry Hill Farm in Acton. For me eating this tasty fruit is similar to peanuts and salty potato chips, I just can't stop at one. When no one's looking, I'll grab a loaded fist full and gobble them up all at once, chomping away making juicy juice in my mouth.
Now remember, don't let on to the apple, the cherry or the strawberry-rhubarb.
You promised, right?