Over the years, I have written about this blueberry bush my inlaws planted years ago. Each year, I think I have said everything there is to say about it, but today, I saw my grandson picking the berries with his great grandfather and grandfather. 3 different generations picking blueberries and talking over important things. As I am writing, my grandson, Aaron, just bought me one filled container and took another empty basket back up to the bush.
When my father-in-law, Marshall Fleming, was around 13 years old, his father (who worked as the head carpenter at Montgomery Ward in Baltimore) bought a few twigs that he said were blueberry bushes. Years later, when Marshall and his wife Jane built their home about a mile away, they dug up one of those blueberry bushes and planted it in their backyard, where it still is today. While we do not know the variety of the blueberry, it produces an abundance of the sweetest tiny blueberries I have ever tasted. My math figures this bush is over 70 years old and still going strong.
Yesterday I looked on Pinterest to find a new recipe to try. I ended up making the Texas-Style Blueberry Cobbler. So easy and so good!! A new favorite. I love finding and creating new recipes but also love making old family ones.
I think maybe tomorrow I might get my grandmother’s blueberry pancake recipe out. Not your typical blueberry pancakes but very thin, almost-like-crapes pancakes stacked about 8 inches high. Layer after layer of sugar, butter, and love. You cut them like a cake, and there is nothing better. The only problem with this recipe is my grandmother had it all in her head. She would grab a handful of flour and toss it in, and if I asked how much was that? She just laughed and said just enough. I had her write it down, but it just never turns out as she made it. It makes me wonder if she ever really wanted to share it. After all, it was Rose Behnke’s SPECIAL Blueberry Breakfast. By the way, it was even better the next day cold.