B & B -Buckwheat & Blueberries
The heat of the summer reminds me of only one thing: that sweet burst of blue fruit,the blueberry! Today while I was at Mom’s house rummaging through the freezer full of 5-10 year old freezer-burnt food, I found none other than a bag of blueberries we picked last summer. I stealthily tucked them into my purse. She will never notice. As an adult, you can still do these things when you go home. Trust me. You parents have probably not actually looked into the depths of that extra freezer for years.
So, where was I? …Blueberries! My absolute favorite food. The food that brings back memories of summers spent at my best friend’s Sylvania family farm picking berries, eating barbecue on 4th of July, and warding off unwanted attention from her mullet-tastic cousin whose hair has not changed in 20 years.
Oh, I have so many blueberry stories, dear readers.
I will drive 4 hours away for blueberries, which is exactly what I did the last day of my summer final exams my junior year of college.
Exams finished, car packed, keys turned in for my apartment, while all the other students partied, I hopped in the car and drove to the deep South, past the peach trees in Fort Valley to a family farm smack- dab in the middle of podunk Georgia.
I thought I was lost for a while, because when I arrived to my blueberry- picking destination, a cute country house, no one was home. I knocked and knocked, and still no answer. So, I naturally did what any blueberry lover would do. I broke into the back yard to see where the berries were or if there even were berries there.
It did cross my mind that I might get shot because most country-folk have shotguns in their homes, but I soon forgot about that irrational fear when I saw the acres of heavily-fruited blueberry trees and came to the realization I was in complete peace and quiet with no human being in a 3 mile radius of me and these huge blueberry trees.
On a small shed in the backyard hung a hand-scribbled note:
“Put checks and cash in can.
1 gallon bucket of berries $5″
There sat an ancient metal can with some cash wadded up in it.
I thought days where the honor system was used for payment were dead and gone, but here I was in the middle of nowhere, and these people had trusted me to pay and not steal what was already in the can.
With renewed faith in humanity and knowledge that there are still good, trusting people in this world, I grabbed a bunch of the gallon-sized silver pails stacked next to the shed and picked as fast as I could for 3-4 hours in the sun, filling several trash bags to the brim with berries. Always bring trash bags to fill with berries, and a cooler too!
I wrote a check and thank-you note, and dropped it in the can with the other cash.
I will never forget that day, and never reveal where it is either!
And on that note, I give you the yummiest whole-grain muffin recipe you will ever taste: Buckwheat Blueberry Muffins
The browned butter and buckwheat along with the fresh berries provides an incredible depth of flavor. Give Buckwheat Flour some lovin’!
In case you are a nerd like myself and curious about the health benefits of buckwheat, then read this article.
Buckwheat flour is gluten-free. FANtastic. That seems to be all the rage these days. (If you are wondering if you should go gluten free, check out this blog post from Sarah B. of My New Roots).