This had become our "goodbye dessert".
I don't know about you, but certain foods evoke special memories for me. Chicken and dumplings reminds me of my Mamaw. Prime rib and popovers reminds me of my first Christmas with my in-laws. This cake reminds me of a friend in Virginia. Bruschetta reminds me of a family trip to Italy and a tucked away restaurant. Breakfast pizza reminds me of Christmas morning.
While telling friends and family about our completely unexpected and out of the blue move to Katy, we attempted to sweeten the news with a little dessert. Hoping that a burst of warm, fresh blueberries with a delectable maple-y topping might soften the blow just a little bit.
I'm not at all sure that it worked.
I distinctly remember reaching for kleenex rather than my bowl sitting on the coffee table, melty ice cream over berries, slowly turning purple.
Until Monday night, it had been a while since I made this dessert. I think my heart was starting to ache just a little every time I thought about making it because I was associating it with good-byes.
And it's just too good a dessert to have a sad memory tied to it.
So I made it Monday night.
And shared it with my parents.
And no one said a word about good-byes.
As I scraped my bowl clean, I had another revelation.
Side note here - I am perfectly agreeable to getting revelations through the eating of dessert.
This could just be a friendly dessert, something to serve for any occasion. A warm and sweet way to say good-bye, or hello, or welcome to the neighborhood, or congratulations, or happy birthday, or.... you get the idea. Best of all, it could just be a regular-old-night-of-the-week-hanging-out-with-the- family kind of dessert.
So good-bye sad little dessert.
Say hello to the new happy little dessert.
Click here for the best Blueberry Crisp you've ever eaten, courtesy of Shauna Niequist.
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Don't like blueberries? Then do apples, peaches, blackberries.... you get the idea.