I’m from Maine. Which means I know something about Lobster and Blueberries. My husband is from Washington, which means he knows about apples, coffee, and grunge rockers. So when I sent him to the store a couple years ago for blueberries, he failed miserably.
To be fair, I am really picky about blueberries so that was already going against him. We were also living in Southern California…not exactly blueberry country. What he came home with, I’m not really sure what they were, but they for sure were not blueberries.
“What are THOSE?!”
“Um…no they aren’t. Those are grapes, they are mislabeled. You have to bring them back!”
“What?! I’m not bringing them back. They are blueberries. Taste one!”
“I can’t use those. They are NOT blueberries.”
To this day, I don’t know what they were, but I wouldn’t touch them. They may have been blueberries on steroids, but they definitely weren’t regular blueberries. They were the size of grapes…that’s just not natural. I skipped off to the store and found some Wyman’s Maine Blueberries. *exhales* So much better. My husband ate the mutated blueberries. I made blueberry muffins.
Jordan Marsh Blueberry Muffins
Normally I use this recipe to make Raspberry muffins, but the blueberry muffins are just as good. If you are going to make them with raspberries just omit the cinnamon. This is my favorite recipe for muffins. They are moist and very good.
Have a delicious blueberry muffin today and remember, blueberries should be no more than a centimeter wide…anything larger than that is just…weird.