I found myself picking blueberries not long ago, and I had memories of a book my mother used to read to me called "Blueberries For Sal". (By Robert McCloskey.)
I then realized that I don't own that book.... so I immediately ordered a copy from a vintage book seller on Etsy.
Written in 1948, the story is about a mother and her young daughter going blueberry picking on a hillside in Maine.
They encounter some bears, and the bears encounter them, and - well - you just need to read it!
"Now, Sal, you run along and pick your own berries. Mother wants to take hers home and can them for next winter."
So I had these berries, and I had this book; and in the midst of it all, I had this distant memory of eating a pie that had something to do with blueberries and sour cream..... but I couldn't quite place the exact time, place, or taste.
I turned to one of my favorite forums - the Mary Jane's Farm Farmgirl Connection - and inquired about blueberry pies made with sour cream. I tried a couple of the suggestions, but none were like the faint memory of the pie I had eaten.
Then one day, I mentioned to my mom that I had gotten some fresh blueberries.
"Oh, you should make my sour cream and blueberry pie," she said.
I was all excited now. Questioning her, I found out that it was my mother's pie I was remembering. She quit making it when I was little, because my brothers decided they didn't like sour cream any more.
So today I made the pie - and it was exactly what I remembered.... a little taste of my childhood.
You can find my mom's recipe here.
Try the pie; and read the book!
3 comments:
I'm starting the think that the reason we girls have always been such great friends is that our mothers are practically clones of each other :)
You're the second person who's told me about that book. It must be good! Now I want to know what happens with that bear!
Lis - one of many, many reasons. :)
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