Blueberry Time

After a day spent blueberry picking in Northern Michigan with our kids, my sister-in-law and I had the same thought: Making a blueberry pie together.

The blueberries were plump and gorgeous and a huge bargain ($1.50 per pound, paid in a box by the honor system). But being up north at a Lake Michigan cabin with no cookbooks and no Internet access, we had to rely on…ourselves for a recipe. And we were glad we had each other. Lesley and I talked about what else should go in the pie, how we should handle the top (we did a brown sugar crumble), and ended up making two beautiful, scrumptious and quickly devoured pies. And, for a while, it was the two of us in the kitchen (in a house with a dozen people) catching up.

There was something not quite perfect about the filling–it didn’t set as well as we wanted. Our audience didn’t complain, however. But this lack of perfection made us promise that Lesley and I will together continue to work on developing the most amazing blueberry pie. In fact, we like the challenge ahead and the promise of more time together.