When I heard my mom had invited company over for dinner, I immediately offered to help out and make the dessert. And given the fact that there were 3 containers of fresh blueberries in the fridge, I knew they would have to be utilized in whatever I made.
My mom suggested that I do a cold custard blueberry tart. This sounded good to me, but I was in the mood for something more basic, simple, and less time-consuming to make (I had plans to spend the afternoon at the pool).
Cobbler quickly came to mind as not 24 hours before I’d seen a great blueberry cobbler recipe on Pinterest. It was from a blog called “No. 2 Pencil” for Grandma Bea’s Blueberry Cobbler. It looked fantastic. I loved the simplicity of the ingredients, and there is something so quintessentially “American Summer” about a blueberry cobbler.
After short kitchen exile, I am back and ready to bake! Just in time for the humid summer heat no less. Also, I was spurred back into the kitchen because this last week at work two of my c0-workers had birthdays. Though I sometimes lament the passage of time and the inevitable doom of aging, I do enjoy celebrating birthdays. No reason to be down in the dumps about turning another year older, as most of us wouldn’t rather have the alternative…
So the other day a few pals and I explored Charlotte’s annual food festival, aptly named “Taste of Charlotte.” Like other food festivals, such as Taste of Chicago, Taste of Charlotte features various local and chain restaurants in the area. This year there were around 30. Each one offers 3 scaled down items from their regular menus, and you purchase and taste these foods by procuring festival tokens, which you buy with real money.
I attended this festival in the past, and was really stoked to go to it this year. But to be honest, this year’s wasn’t the greatest. I still had fun and got to taste some nice treats, but I don’t think going at night is such a good idea…the streets were so packed you could barely walk! This resulted in my not trying certain things because I didn’t want to put up with navigating through the bumbling flesh of sweaty Charlotteans. If I go next year, it will definitely be in the earlier hours!