I absolutely adore this book. Margaret, my own little 'Sal,' and I used to sit out on the back steps of the shed to read Blueberries for Sal. That shed was torn down in 1992, but the memory of those steps and the sunlight and the feeling of the air as we sat side by side reading is as strong as if it were yesterday.
The book makes me ache with love and joy and longing and appreciation. I well up with tears when I read it now, just as I did then. Isn't it funny how some books will do this? It is a book about love. It is about sharing with a young child, and creating memories for both the mother and the child. And it is a book about blueberries. The mother and daughter go out blueberrying, while just on the other side of the hill, a mother bear and her cub are doing the same thing.
And this kitchen. Isn't is just wonderful? Isn't it the kitchen of our dreams and memories even if we never grew up in such a space?
As I have mentioned here before, we are so, so lucky that a man just down the road grows blueberries.
Each year we buy as many as he can sell us. So far this year, we've bought fifteen quarts; eaten some and frozen most. During the rest of the year, each day I take out 1 cup, put 1/2 cup in two bowls, and let them sit in the fridge overnight. The next morning, Tom and I add our plain, homemade yogurt to the berries. Delicious and so good for body and soul!
We freeze them on cookie sheets first, and then put them in freezer bags
And we like them too! Antioxidants for dogs.