There is something so soothing on cool summer mornings about taking my coffee outside
and poking around the garden to see what might have cropped up overnight. There’s nothing like rich valley soil with a big dose of sunshine, to make everything grow at a rapid pace. Each day there’s a new surprise lurking under the lush growth.
Yesterday, to my great delight, I discovered the blueberries were beginning to turn violet and plump up. Too eager to wait for a bumper crop, I plucked off every juicy orb I could find to sprinkle in my cereal. On the way inside I popped a few into my mouth to savor the first sweet gush of summer. I was not disappointed.
Later that same day, with blueberries on the brain and impatience in my soul I stopped at the market to pick up a full basket of blueberries. By the time I got home I had decided to make a batch of lemony muffins studded with my morning fruit fixation. Although probably the most popular muffin ever made, blueberry muffins often turn me off with their dense texture and excessive concentration of berries. My choice for blueberry style muffins are petite cakes that are tender, tart and slightly glazed on top.
My idea was to make the batch for breakfast the next morning, but as they cooled and were dripping glaze on the baking racks, the muffins dwindled away with the afternoon sun. I smiled knowingly at my grandson’s sticky little lips as I licked the remains off my own. After all, why wait for breakfast when teatime is just around the corner? Maybe there will even be a new crop of bursting berries when I wander through the garden tomorrow morning.
Recipe for Blueberry Muffins

