Happy Belated 4th everyone! I hope everyone had a fantastic long weekend.
I LOVE the 4th of July. I have so many positive associations tied to the Fourth of July – the most out of any holiday, with the possible exception of Christmas. Growing up in Ohio, Amanda and I often spent this holiday in matching old-navy flag tee’s and jelly sandals, running around the backyard and heading to Chagrin Falls for fireworks with our best family friends. High school Independence Days were often spent in Portola Valley with my dear friend Zoe and her family, watching the fireworks shows from her fortuitous hilltop home overlooking the whole Bay Area. In college, the Fourth of July was almost always spent trekking around the world, with bright spots of days spent with friends and trips to Coronado standing out amongst the summer haze.
This year, my fiancé and I began creating our Independence Day traditions, some of which will hopefully span a lifetime. This year, J and I made our way over to Alameda Island to visit his Grandmother (who, by the way, lives independently at age 93… talk about resilience, no?). For the past few years now, we’ve gone with J’s brothers, nephew, and parents to watch the Alameda Fourth of July parade. Alameda island is a gorgeous relic of old San Francisco, full of Victorian Homes and big, grassy yards. The parade is similarly old-America, with firetrucks and school dance groups circling the neighborhood. The best part of the parade is watching J’s nephew, Jack, delight in the festivities. Watching a child put down his iPad games and enjoy a parade is seriously heartwarming :)
After the parade, the group heads over to J’s Grandmother’s home for an all-American BBQ lunch. Salads and Burgers were had, and Jack enjoyed some time in the pool before crashing for a car-ride nap. All in all, the day is always delightfully familiar and traditional: a family getting together to celebrate the USA. Bonus prize: this year, I attended as a bonafide extension of their family.
In honor of this holiday, I’m sharing my Mom’s Blueberry Cobbler recipe. It’s the perfect summer treat that takes advantage of fresh, ripe blueberries. I recommend serving the cobbler right out of the oven, but it’s also fantastic as cold breakfast dish on a lazy Saturday morning. I’ve been known to make it on a Friday night and finish off the pan by Sunday evening :)
Connie’s Blueberry Cobbler:
2 pints blueberries
sugar to taste, 1/2 cup +/-
cinnamon to taste 2 tbs +/-
a squeeze of lemon juice
mix together in dish you’re going to bake the cobbler in, cover and microwave around 3 minutes to pre-cook the berries slightly. Mix gently. In a separate bowl, combine:
2 c Bisquick (the heart healthy version works just fine)
2 tbs melted butter
2 tbs sugar
about 1/2 -3/4 c milk- add more to make the dough semi sticky. It should not be dry like pastry dough or pie crust.
Spread the dough on top of the berries. This involves taking a small portion of the sticky dough with your fingers, flattening it so that it’s a more or less consistent thickness and placing (not really dropping) it on the berries, repeating until you cover the top of the berry dish with dough. Don’t seal it tightly on the edges.
Bake about 20 minutes at 425, until the top is light golden brown
Cool slightly, serve warm with ice cream (or a splash of milk, if you’re like me!)