I have wonderful memories of walking in the woods of Northeast Iowa with my Mom and Aunt Belva picking buckets of blueberries when I was a little girl - and I adored it when my Mom would read "Blueberries For Sal" with me. It's an absolute classic, but when I was little I was certain that there were bears out there when we went on our berry hunts!
My blueberry bushes seem to fall victim to the birds and my little ones - and big ones too, so I'm always lucky to find enough to bake up in a fresh blueberry pie!
Time to cut a piece of this fresh wonderful pie, and think back to the wonderful people that inspire me to bake! Some of you might want to top this with a nice big scoop of fresh vanilla ice cream, but I'll take mine plain and simple. Hope you'll enjoy a piece with me!