Blueberries are the quintessential summertime fruit to me. For as long as I can remember, my parents have had row upon row of blueberry bushes. While I hated picking my daily quota per the summer chore chart as a kid, I certainly didn’t mind stuffing my face with them. It’s hard to get much better than sun-warmed fruit picked at its peak and eaten right away. Except maybe when you turn it into cobbler. This is one of my husband’s favorites, because instead of a traditional cobbler topping, you use cookie dough to top fresh blueberries that have been tossed with a little coriander, lemon juice and sugar. Add a scoop of ice cream or whipped cream and you have summer dessert bliss. I’ll definitely be whipping this up for Father’s Day.
Yesterday was National Blueberry Muffin Day. Growing up I had a love hate relationship with blueberries. I loved eating them but HATED picking them. Here in the South, blueberries are ready for harvest in the heat of the summer with temperatures and humidity at their highest. In other words, YUCK!