Jim Minick opens the prologue of his memoir The Blueberry Years with this perfectly poetic definition of a blueberry:

a globe, all ocean, with swirling clouds,
on top a crater–
each one hit by a falling star
— Jim Minick

Amazing, am I right? The best I can seem to come up with is “blueberries–nature’s Gushers.”

I’ve been obsessed with this dessert for the last few weeks. Ready for blueberry bliss?

vanilla ice cream + crushed graham crackers + slivered almonds + all the blueberries that will fit in the bowl. You will not be sorry.

If this is what it’s like to have the blues, keep ‘em coming. 

PS., Read this book. It’s beautiful blue.