happy tears, and a slow-cooker summer berry grunt
The blueberry farm was a new one to me, not the one we visited last year. I was pleased that this new one was so close to our home, just about 10 minutes away. My husband was pleased that the berries were going to be free.
On Facebook the day before, a friend posted a photo of her blueberry haul – gallons of the dark blue berries overflowing bags and buckets on her kitchen table – and I couldn’t resist leaving a comment asking where she scored this amazing harvest. She wrote back with an address, and less than 24 hours later, we were driving down a two-lane country road flanked by pastures and small family farms.
Because it was Mother’s Day morning, I assumed we would have the field to ourselves, but I was wrong. The dirt road outlining and, in some parts, cutting through the fields were meant for commercial trucks and picking crews. Today, they were lined with minivans and family cars, and people of all ages – including several multi-generational families – were moving slowly along the rows between blueberry bushes, hunting the for the biggest and juiciest berries.
We parked our own minivan – we fit in quite nicely with the crowd – grabbed our buckets, including two plastic jack-o’-lanterns and two beach pails, and headed down the nearest empty aisle. A rooster crowed from somewhere nearby, clearly not caring that the sun had been up for hours. We paired up, Madeline with Sam, and Oliver with me. With lovebugs hovering around us, we dodged spider webs and stinging nettles and other scary-looking, thorny plants that seemed to be guarding the blueberries from our reaching fingers. It became competitive, a race to pick the most, the biggest, the sweetest berries.
Oliver picked one at a time, plucking a berry off a low-hanging branch, inspecting it for any marks or wrinkles, and finally showing it to me for approval. Only then did he plop it into his green pail. Madeline picked by the handful, but the majority of her berries wound up in her mouth instead of her bucket.
“I have happy tears,” Oliver said to me, as we were nearing the end of a row, our buckets nearly full.
“Why, sweetie?” I asked.
“Because I just love blueberries so much,” he said.
I have happy tears, too, I thought, taking his little hand in mine as we walked together to meet his sister and father.
Yield: 4 to 6 servings
Cook Time: 4 hours
Slow-Cooker Summer Berry Grunt
This dessert - essentially, stewed berries with steamed dumplings - uses a mixture of blueberries and blackberries. You could certainly use all blueberries, or you could mix it up and add in some frozen cherries. We used what we had in our freezer.
Ingredients:
12 ounces frozen blackberries
20 ounces frozen blueberries
2 cups (10 ounces) all-purpose flour, divided
3/4 cup plus 3 tablespoons granulated sugar
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
1-3/4 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons milk
4 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted and cooled
Directions:
1. Combine blackberries, blueberries, 1/4 cup (2.5 ounces) flour, 3/4 cup sugar, lemon juice, 1-1/2 teaspoon cinnamon, and vanilla extract in a large microwave-proof bowl. Microwave, uncovered, until the berries begin to release their liquid, about 5 minutes, stirring at the half-way mark. Stir well and transfer to slow cooker; spread in even layer.
2. In a large bowl, combine the remaining 1-3/4 cup (7.5 ounces) flour, 2 tablespoons sugar, baking powder, and salt. Add milk and melted butter, stirring well to combine.
3. In a small bowl, combine 1 tablespoon sugar and the remaining 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon.
4. Grease a 1/4-cup measuring cup (either with butter or with a spray of cooking spray) and scoop 8 equal dumplings around the perimeter of the slow cooker, on top of the berries. Sprinkle the dumplings with the cinnamon-sugar mixture. Cover and cook on the low setting for 4 hours. Serve warm.
Adapted from Cook's Country, June-July 2012, Slow-Cooker Cherry Grunt recipe (page 29).
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Your family is so sweet. It’s outings like this that will keep them smiling for years. Plus not to mention this delicious dessert…yum!
MJ this is the sweetest post ever. Lots of love to Maddie and Oliver XO
you’re making great memories for your children MJ – some day they might write a story as lovely as this one about the time they went blueberry picking w/mom and dad – (((hugs)))
So lovely MJ!
Love these happy family times!
This is just lovely, thank you.
MJ, this is so beautifully written. Everything about it is perfect!
xoxo
I love this post–what sweet kids you have. I have such fond memories of blueberry picking with my mom and my grandparents. Your children will hold these memories close to their heart for many, many years.
Okay, you win. I thought my Smudge had some great quips, but Oliver puts her to shame. Call Hallmark and get that boy a copywriting job. Cutest quote ever. And of course your grunt look DEEVINE!
Lovely story telling. And a great recipe to boot.
This recipe sounds absolutely fabulous… We signed up for a local fruit CSA this year, so I’m looking for lots of new ways to use up all of the lovely fruit we will be getting each week! Adding this one to the list 🙂
Such a beautiful weaver of words you are. So enjoyed this post.
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That picture of your kids… that’s love. 🙂
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