Ravings of a Textual Deviant

There’s no such thing as an innocuous question from my dad.

This afternoon, he called me and asked if I’d like some blueberries. One of the guys at the lab passed a farmer’s market on his way into town, and apparently “went a little overboard.” Sure, I said, innocently enough.

When I got to the lab, the reception area was doing an excellent imitation of a produce stand. There were a dozen ears of corn, a cantaloupe the size of a basketball, an enormous tomato, a bag of okra and an entire peck of blueberries. If you’ve never seen an entire peck of anything before, trust me, it’s impressive. I’ve got CD storage boxes that are smaller.

I ended up with most of the blueberries–along with about half of the corn, some beets and cucumbers from my dad’s garden, and some large and luscious tomatoes from Cathy’s garden. But mostly, I ended up with a lot of blueberries.

So far, I have produced blueberry pie (4 cups of blueberries), blueberry jam (4 cups of blueberries), blueberry cornmeal muffins (1 cup of blueberries), and blueberry sauce (1 3/4 cups of blueberries), and blueberry finger stains (unknown quantity). Lemon-almond-blueberry muffins are imminent, I think. I have six cups of blueberries in my deep freeze, and another four cups of fresh ones in the fridge.

Show me your blueberry recipes and I’ll show you mine…

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