
I made this pie on Monday night (around 10 pm!) after we thought we’d recovered enough from our shared illnesses. Quick question: why would anyone who loved you not tell you their house was full of a summer plague? If I were that sick, I would guide possible guests towards the Holiday Inn or a B&B. Honestly–
So, the recovery pie–why blueberry? I am trying to catch up with what’s hiding in the fridge. Would you believe that in all my blueberry freezing from last week, I missed an entire quart? I think a wayward Viking must have swung by, hidden a box in his office, and then returned it to the fridge when The Freezing of Aught Eight was finished.
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