There are certain events in a person’s life that call for blueberry crisp three times in a row.
I’d like you to call one of those events to mind right now like right this very second, because you need this juicy sweetness in your life not once, not twice, three times over. Did you think of it yet? GET ON IT. We don’t have a ton of time here because your Hangry Dessert Self is about to show up.
I’m not sure what that three-time justifying event is for me other than … this blueberry crisp. So just to repeat that, I’m celebrating the making of blueberry crisp (which, FYI, is bursting with juicy summer fruit and overloaded with an ohmygosh so good lightly cinnamony oat and pecan crumble on top that is both whole grain and refined sugar free) by making the blueberry crisp again and again and again, and eating the leftovers for breakfast.
That’s rational, right? Blueberry crisp deserves more blueberry crisp. Extra topping. Drizzled with a coconut-frosting-thing. It makes one hundred percent logical sense to my foodlover brain.
We have this tiny problem in our family and it’s called Food Blog Leftovers. Just let me say this: it’s really an incredible problem to have and I seriously mean that. It might be the best problem of all the problems anyone has ever called a problem. I really try not to take it for granted that we have a fridge full of mostly healthy and very fresh food on any given da- okay, just ignore that drawer on the bottom left.
Things We Do To Be Useful About Our Leftovers:
- Eat them. I dutifully put on my uniform of sweats and a T-shirt and assume the role of Leftovers Police almost every night of the week.
- Share them with neighbors. ❤
- Freeze them for ourselves to eat later.
- Freeze them in a stockpile for friends who are having babies.
- Send them to our workplace. This was a little bit easier when we actually worked in workplaces.
So naturally, we take leftovers really seriously, and it’s so so so awesome when the opportunity to share food arises because it helps us with our problem that’s not actually a problem.
Enter a pan full of leftover blueberry crisp. Bjork was literally finishing his second bowl of this when I started packing it up to bring to a friends’ house and –> HOLD IT RIGHT THERE <— it was suggested to me that maybe we should actually keep this whole pan for just us. More specifically, just Bjork. My nerd-sweetie reeeeally loves a good fruit crisp.
I said no, obviously, we don’t need to keep a whole pan of this sitting around our house just for us, and we brought it to our friends. Buuuuut then I made it again the next night. And again the next night. And somehow, we are able to deal with the mass amounts of blueberry crisp without any issues at all. I mean, I don’t even know where it’s going anymore. It’s, like, magically disappearing and somehow my lips and my shirt are all stained blueberry-blue. What the what.