Out of the Blue…berry

We inherited a dear neighbor’s blueberry bush when she moved this spring, and with it came dreams of abundant berries.  On a crisp April morning, we planted the Patriot Blueberry in our yard.  I zealously pinned online recipes, waiting for the berries to leap from the bush.  The nomenclature of these desserts alone was alluring: scones, cake, strudel, bars, pie, crisp, muffins, cobbler, and a buckle (requiring a black belt in baking, I suppose).  We waited.  And waited.  With each week’s passing, my expectations diminished.  Last Saturday, I had no more patience.  We picked a few ounces of berries and decided to use them as pancake garnish pancakes.  Delish!