A Story: Blueberry Butter Crumb Cake
It began with a birthday.
Or perhaps it began even before that.
The birthday was just an excuse.
An excuse to spend a sunny afternoon carefully leveling cups of flour with the slow scrape of a knife. Zesting lemons. Whisking eggs. Bringing out those summer blueberries that were freshly picked on a lazy afternoon and frozen for a time such as this. Who says you can't have fresh blueberry crumb cake in January?
The long anticipated Smitten Kitchen cookbook, a late Christmas gift, arrived in the mail over the weekend, and so, of course, I had to make a cake. The birthday was just an excuse.
There wasn't even a crumb left after the party.
oh happy day.