A Blueberry Fool Type of Sunday

Anyone who properly looks at dates will probably know that I’m not writing this on a Sunday. Nonetheless, I find going against the grain very joyful, and so I decided to continue writing anyway. Sundays are particularly joyful for me, because it signals a reset for the coming week. That includes chores like changing my bedding, and my all consuming hobby (aside from growing plants) baking. I had spent the entirety (exaggerating a little) attempting to figure out what I could bake without having to trek out to my grocery store. Hidden in my pantry I had a can of pineapples, coconut shavings in my fridge, etc. so I looked in my drawer of recipes to see which one I could manage to pull off. There in my (very poor) handwriting was the recipe I knew I had to make. Coconut pineapple cake, and I didn’t have to go shopping for it. I got all my supplies, and promptly took over the kitchen, for what would turn out to be nearly two hours. This being said, my cake was in the oven when I heard an all too familiar doorbell ring, always two in quick succession. I darted towards the door to my welcomed guest, and we sat down and chatted while my still ancient oven performed its magic. I took it out soon after, and realized I also had to use up several other nuisances in my refrigerator, and thus came out this blueberry fool. It’s a fun dessert, and of course my guest had to take some home. We chatted away yet again, folded up whipped cream and simmered down blueberries, which made the kitchen smell like fruit, and let it cool. Since it was the start of daylight savings (very undelightful if you’d ask me), the sun decided to bow away very early, and with that, a bit of my fruit-filled concoction went home along with my guest. On a blueberry fool type of Sunday, with fragmented foods scattered around, I made something out of it. Not everything has to be tied up in a pretty bow, but we sure can make our own.