It’s autumn now, the pears and the apples are hanging fresh, sweet, juicy and heavy from the trees and all you can think about is where are my wild blueberries! Your mind is weary and your palate is destitute. You want those little blue morsels of flavor. You don’t mind the stained teeth and fingers or the permanent deep purple discoloration with a sticky, blue tail running down the middle of your new white shirt. In fact, your fingers lovingly caress that spot and a little tear forms in the corner of your eye. You pine for a huge bowl of hot, wild and sweet and sour blueberry cobbler topped with a scoop of homemade vanilla bean ice cream. An entourage of plump berries, pure vanilla extract, organic butter, organic brown and white sugar dusted with a smidgen of finely grated nutmeg are gently tossed and simmered with a perfect squeeze of lemon taunting lime! This purple state of affairs, boldly perfumes the kitchen and asks for its crown and golden slippers; a buttery, flaky, hand thrown, double 3-2-1 french pastry crust. The piece de resistance! Now you are snotty nosed and crying real tears. The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen. But your Queen is sublime. She is potent and rich in antioxidants. She is the defender of your youth and health and wholeness. She is your phoenix and her resurrection is just nine months away in the birth of late July days. You wipe your eyes and blow your nose and begin to eye those apples and pears, might there be an Empress there?
Bon Appetit!
Chef ‘Nita
