If you had told me when I was a child that I would one day love blueberries, I would not have believed you. Nova Scotia, Canada, the place where I grew up, has some of the nicest wild blueberries in the world, just ripe and free for the picking. You can stop just about anywhere at the side of the road and find them just waiting to be picked.
I should know, because every summer my parents put us kids into slave labour, picking wild blueberries until we thought our arms would fall off. Hours and hours in the hot sun, bending down, and pick, pick, picking . . . I hated it. It seemed to take forever to fill up those gallon sized ice cream tubs.
My mom would put them into the freezer and all winter long we would be treated to blueberry pies . . . and cakes . . . and muffins.
When I first moved over here to the UK, blueberries were very hard to find and I discovered the magic of not being able to find certain food items that you have always taken for granted . . .
You start to crave them . . . things like all beef hotdogs and all beef bologna, not to mention Kraft Macaroni and Cheese Dinner and Captain Crunch cereal . . . but then I digress . . .
Blueberries . . . did you know that if all the blueberries grown in North America in one year were spread out into a single layer, they would cover a four lane highway that stretched all the way from Chicago to New York City? Neither did I until this morning. I reckon as a child I must have picked that four lane highway all the way to New York City and back again . . .
I'm happy to say we grown our own now. We have about 8 bushes now in our back garden and we add to them every year. They grow like weeds, which is great because I now love, LOVE them, and they are so good for you!
I made this delicious blueberry tart the other day for dessert as we had company and I confess . . . I ate a whole slice before dinner . . . even before the company came. It started out that I wanted to just take a picture without anyone being there . . . my guests are quite used to seeing desserts etc. with pieces missing you know . . . with me being a food blogger and all. I couldn't help it though . . . once I had one taste . . . before I knew it the slice was gone, the only sign of it ever having been there . . . the empty space in the tart tin and the tell tale blue around my lips . . .
I didn't even feel guilty having a second piece when it came time to serve dessert at the end of our dinner. I enjoyed . . .
every . . . SCRUMMY . . . moreish mouthful!!! (and I'd do it again, if given the chance, so there!)
*Crunchy Blueberry Tart*
Serves 8
Printable Recipe
Imagine a tasty oatmeal cookie crust, filled with tart blueberries and topped with an oat crumble. This is to die for and quite simply the most delicious blueberry tart I have ever eaten. Adapted from a recipe in the book, "A Piece Of Cake," by Leila Lindholm.
For the crust:
6 ounces unsalted butter, softened (170g or 3/4 cup)
6 1/4 ounces of plain flour (245g or 1 3/4 cup)
4 3/4 ounces of caster sugar (135g or 11 1/2 TBS)
2 1/2 ounces rolled oats (70g or 14 TBS)
For the Filling:
9 ounces fresh or frozen blueberries (generous 1/2 pound)
1 cup of blueberry jam
1 TBS balsamic vinegar
2 1/2 TBS cornflour
For the Topping:
3 ounces unsalted butter (85g or 6 TBS)
4 ounces rolled oats (115g or 1 1/2 cups)
4 3/4 ounces caster sugar (135g or 11 1/2 TBS)
Creme Fraiche for serving
Begin by making the crust. Pre-heat the oven to 180*C/350*F. Place the butter in a saucepan and melt. Whisk together the flour, sugar and oats. Stir this mixture into the melted butter, stirring well to completely combine. Press the dough into a 10 inch tart tin with a removable bottom. Bake in the pre-heated oven for 10 minutes. Remove from the oven and set aside.
To make the topping, melt the butter in a large saucepan. Whisk in the oats and sugar. Mix together well, and then set aside while you make the filling.
To make the filling, gently stir together the blueberries, jam and balsamic vinegar, mixing well. Stir in the cornflour. Pour this mixture into the oat pastry case.
Sprinkle the topping evenly over top and then place the tart onto a baking tray. Bake in the heated oven for 25 to 30 minutes, until the filling is bubbling and the topping is golden brown.
Remove from the oven to a wire rack to cool. Remove the side from the pan before serving. Serve cut into slices with some creme fraiche for spooning over if desired.
DELICIOUS!
Ooh this Crunchy Blueberry Tart is something I am definitely going to make. I don't blame you for eating your photo evidence - it's all part of food blogging! No judging here!!! Great post & recipe. Sammie http://www.feastingisfun.com
ReplyDeleteHaha Sammie, only a food blogger would understand! I hope that you enjoy the tart! xx
ReplyDelete5 stars I am sure.
ReplyDeleteI may be trying a halfer:)
It's really easy to halve recipes when you do them by weight Monique! I hope you enjoy! xoxo
ReplyDeleteLooks delish! I've been known to eat dessert before dinner....
ReplyDeleteJackie, me too, and breakfast, lunch. Heck I've been known to only eat dessert! x
ReplyDeleteI'm also an expat North American. I remember picking berries on the blueberry barrens of Maine! We have two bushes in pots but we have not had luck with them. The first year we got berries but a thrush ate them all! They have not flourished since then, maybe because they don't get watered as much because my husband says the tap water is too acidic for them. Last year they grew berries, but they then shriveled and died! Fingers crossed for this year!
ReplyDeleteSo you know exactly what I am on about then thereaderskitchen! Hot and hard work, with all the crouching! Phew, not to mention the worry about bears! They love em too Nd the berries are ripe when the bears are wanting to fatten themselves up for winter! We have about 8 bushes now and get more berries each year on them! Up here in the NorthWest we get Plenty of rain! I hope you get lucky this year!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I hope we get lucky too. Picking berries is hard work. I would usually pretend I was in Blueberries for Sal -- at least that bear was scared of Sal.
ReplyDeleteI remember one time Readers that I had about half an ice cream bucketful picked and my dad hid behind a bush and started growling and shaking the bush! Needless to say my whole afternoons work was scattered to the wind! I can laugh about it now! Good thing!
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