I just spent five minutes trying to figure out if ‘simplest’ is really, truly a word and you’ll be happy to know that it is! Anywho, I’ve been house sitting for my parents this weekend, and one of the benefits of doing this (aside from getting to steal household items such as toilet paper and loose leaf tea — I literally have a list on a post-it right now) is getting to raid the refrigerator and use things I normally don’t have in my own kitchen.
Early-August means blueberries! And also uncharacteristically hot weather that you’re not allowed to whine about because you’ll get mocked by everyone and anyone who has lived in a state that has desert-like heat for months on end. Every. Year. So, alas! We must cope by drinking bonkers amounts of water and not wearing pants.
This past weekend, I dealt by doing all of the above aaaand picking blueberries at my parents’ house.
The yumminess (spell check is suggesting that I use the word ‘chumminess’ instead. Please.) of the berries made up for the 19 splinters I received on the bottoms of my feet while frolicking around barefoot.
Happy Bastille Day to our mostly non-French readers!
I have been celebrating Bastille Day (in the muffin-making sense) for a few years now, ever since my friend Rebekkah (hi!) introduced this recipe to me! She had just moved into our apartment and we all woke up one morning to an insanely good smell coming from the kitchen. We then learned that it was Bastille Day. I’ve been an observer ever since!