The sweetest of summer days have long since faded away. And because those days were so filled to the brim, soaking up the splendor of the season and outside as much as possible, I am finally now sitting down to share the last of our summer adventures. One of my most cherished memories of summer twenty-sixteen was a trip to the blueberry fields.  We packed the fam up early one Saturday morning in July and headed to the most magical pick-your-own blueberries place. Graham and Violet held a contest to see who could pick the most and Graham won by a landslide. Violet ate the most, although our dear baby Penelope was a close second. Jeff and I always joke that kids (and heck grown-ups too) should have to weigh in and weigh out at these sorts of places. It really improves the pickers’ morale to keep up a steady snack while harvesting. I couldn’t help but think about how much our Penny reminded me of a baby bear cub, sitting next to that little basket of blueberries. She was so proud of herself for tipping the whole rig over and enjoying the spilled spoils. And who could stop her? Sweet baby. xo.
DSC_3442 DSC_3456 DSC_3437DSC_3432DSC_3409DSC_3397DSC_3424DSC_3451I couldn’t believe it, we brought home EIGHT pounds of freshly picked, perfectly plump blueberries. (I have birthed babies this size!) We ate half of them on the spot, threw a pound or two in the freezer, and used the remainders to whip up this most delectable blueberry lime galette. I for one have never had a very strong pie game, so am much more drawn to this more approachable, rustic version of the pastry.  The results were so heavenly. All in a day’s work and summer never tasted so sweet. xo.

For the filling:
4 cups blueberries
1/4 cup granulated sugar
2 Tablespoons honey
1 teaspoon lime zest
1 Tablespoon flour
pinch of sea salt
1 large egg

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