Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Monday, 13 August 2012
A blueberry pie
I know, I know, I have not later than this very evening blogged in French about blueberries. Guilty as charged. I am blueberrifying my blog. I also know I blog about food very often these days. I have no specific reason to upload this picture, apart from the fact that I crave blueberry pies. Okay, I have more reasons than this: it is the time of blueberry pies, when blueberries are still being harvested. There are so many ways to eat blueberries, this one is actually not my favourite (eating them natural or in dark chocolate), but I found myself in the mood for blueberry pie recently. Last time I had a blueberry pie was in 2009 in Montral, almost after I got out of the plane. Mum had baked it, and right after a supper of peanut buttet toasts I had something like two slices of pie. It tasted of home. Real home, as my region is by any practical means the Land of Blueberries. I blogged about it before too. So I guess I uploaded this picture because I miss the dessert as much as I miss home. It is also to mark harvest season, its beginning at least.