don’t wanna be stitched up
you know that john mayer song? i just love me some johnny.
you know when people ask you “if you had to have one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?” mine would probably be fruit. i ask that question all the time. especially on first dates. i can’t figure out why i don’t have many second dates. anywho, i feel like that question says a lot about a person.
it’s like how you can learn so much about someone by standing behind them in the checkout line at the grocery store. i think you can learn more about a person in those few minutes than you can on most first dates. but maybe that’s because i always questions like, “if you had to have one kind of food for the rest of your life, what would it be?” on first dates.
think about it. will they let the person behind them with only one thing go ahead of them? you can see if they’re healthy or gluten free or vegan. you might know they don’t have a domestic bone in their body, i see those lean cuisines and hamburger helper. will they help the bag boy when he’s overwhelmed with the amount of wine bottles coming at him? does he ask for the double bag or does he live on the edge with just the one layer bag (#cityproblems)? i mean, the world is divided into two kinds of people: people that put their carts away properly and the a**holes who leave it in the middle of the parking lot.
back to the matter at hand. if i had to pick one kind of food to eat the rest of my life, it would be fruit. which sounds all lame and boring but my fruit obsession is actually one of my earliest memories. i remember a family friend making the best fruit salad, and i would just have fourths of that – neglecting the chicken fingers and french fries.
just give it all to me. i could eat a cantaloupe for dinner. watermelon for breakfast. and don’t even get me started on honeydew, or maybe, honey do. i sit at my desk and eat grapes like they might actually be wine and i might not have to draft another email sober.
if blueberries weren’t $19 by the carton most months of the year, i’d eat that for a snack.
let’s pie, shall we?
i woke up and wanted to bake me something pretty. sometimes you just need a little lovely. something that smells so comforting your whole soul takes a deep breath.
i was at my lake house last weekend and we love blueberries. we have a bowl of blueberries at all times. a big bowl. which might be weird, but it’s weird to me that you don’t have a big bowl o’blueberries in your fridge.
i have a berry big problem.
this one is simple. just a few ingredients. light on the sugar. badaboom. badabee. babadablue.
- 2 pie crusts (store bought frozen ones are what i used)
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 4 1/2 cups fresh blueberries, cleaned
- 1/2 lemon, you’ll need the lemon zest too
- dash of kosher salt
- 4 1/2 tbl flour
- preheat oven to 375 degrees
- roll out pie crust and press into pie dish
- add blueberries (still a little wet) to the flour and lightly stir until coated
- add sugar and the zest of about 1/2 lime, plus juice from 1/2 lemon
- pour berry mixture into pie crust.
- taking the second pie crust, cut it into about 1 inch strips. layer across in a criss-cross pattern
- bake for 45 minutes or until bubbly and golden brown