...Back in Juneau, when the time came to clear out our freezer, I found a bag of blueberries I had picked back in August. It’s hard to compare the intensity of an Alaskan Blueberry to those of the Lower 48. They are so much more tart, more intense, so full of dark juice-- I’ve got quite a few ruined tee shirts to prove it. They stain your teeth and lips and fingers and everything they touch with deep magenta. When I eat them, especially along the trail, it’s as if I can feel their nutrients energizing my body—emphasis on the “-zing”.
I held the bag in my hands and wondered, “When will I be back here? When will I be able to taste the radical wildness of these berries again? I must not let them go to waste!”
I grabbed a skillet, a tub of cottage cheese, and my trusty box of Bisquick (yes, Bisquick. It’s part of my childhood, and one of the few convenience foods I love too much to give up). Noah poked his head into the kitchen, lured by the smell of toasting batter in a buttered pan.
Blueberry Cottage Cheese Pancakes (serves 4)