Or Cal. Or some other pal. Really, these blueberries are for anyone. It might be grey and gloomy and wet out (why the heck did I think it was a good idea to run at the beach today? Holy Hurricane Bobby!), but it’s Farmers Market Week and when it’s Farmers Market Week, you go to the market. Rain or shine.
After nearly blowing out to sea, I hightailed it in my Spandex to the South Boston Farmers Market just before closing time (the market runs Mondays in the W Broadway public lot from 12-6). Apparently– even though it’s Farmers Market Week– the farmers do not show up rain or shine. Only the brave soul from Freitas Farm in Marlborough turned out. And he brought his finest blueberries. And I left inspired. And hungry.
Inspired by one of my favorite childhood books, I give you Blueberries for Sal Your Pal. Okay, fine. It’s blueberry crisp, but how could you not think about snuggling up with a warm dessert and a good book on a day like this?
- 1 quart of fresh blueberries, washed and carefully inspected (squashed is okay, fuzzy is not… ew)
- 1/2 cup of old fashioned oats
- 1/4 cup of light brown sugar
- 2 tablespoons of unsalted butter
Feel free to play around with these measurements, obvi. Preheat your oven to 375 degrees. Toss your blueberries in a bake-safe dish, but be sure to save your blueberry quart packaging (I’ll be back later this week with a recycled quart…). Soften your butter and mix with oats and brown sugar. Cover your cute little berries with the oats and sugar and toss the whole thing (carefully) in the oven for about 20 minutes.
Be forewarned: After approximately 1o minutes, you will be overcome with the most amazing smell. Now is not the time for complicated math problems or heavy lifting. Surrender. Lay down before your oven and enjoy this moment. Unless there are other people around.
Check your Blueberries for Your Pal after 20 minutes or so. If your blueberries have begun to simmer and the crisp is starting to brown, go ahead and grab that baby (with oven mitts on, to be sure). If you’re feeling really sassy, you might top your blueberry crisp with vanilla ice cream or Greek yogurt. Or you might just want to dig in.
Happy Farmers Market Week to you all, especially you, man from Freitas Farm.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Um, I hope my doc doesn’t mock me…
- Got some terribly sad news about a family friend. As James Taylor tells us, please remember to shower the people you love with love. Show them the way that you feel.
- Scenes from farmers markets on the other coast
What’s your favorite dish to whip up when it’s grey and gross?