I hereby declare this officially unofficial blueberry week. Our lips might be stained permanently purple by the end of it. Not that that's a problem or anything. It's become part of our summer tradition to make the 40 minute drive outside of the city, braving the heat and the sun and the massive bugs to pick as many blueberries as our baskets can hold. What seems like a ridiculous amount of berries inevitably gets eaten well before we have a chance to fulfill all our lofty recipe aspirations, at which point we promptly go back out and pick some more. Ok, so I didn't eat ALL 16 pounds of blueberries on my own, that would have caused a massive tummyache. But I love throwing a giant handful of berries on my cereal in the mornings, without having to worry about running out. Most, however, made their way into an assortment of indigo-hued desserts and adult beverages (recipes which I will be sharing with you during this week of blueberry). The rest I've frozen for a rainy day. Or a cold day.

Nov. 4, 2023, 8:47 p.m.

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