So I have a confession. I’ve just ate half of a pan of blueberry crumble. I know that I come off strongly as a chocolate fanatic, but I feel like I have cheated my mostly companion. My mouth is watering as I write this, but I have stumbled upon greatness. Add the plumpest summer blueberries, sliced nectarines and peaches, a sprinkle of raspberries just for kicks into the bowl. A dash of cinnamon, a bit of cornstarch, a squeeze of fresh lemon juice and a handful of sugar, yum yum yum.

Stir stir stir, and mix mix mix, and there you’ve got your bottom. Then the good part. A stick of soft butter in the bowl, ½ cup of sugar and enough flour to make a crumbly topping. A smidge of salt, and sprinkle sprinkle sprinkle it on top of that filling. Into the 350 oven it goes, and you’d best be getting out of town because in fifteen minutes you’ll be found standing guiltily over that pan with a fork, gobbling up that crunch like a bear thirty seconds out of hibernation. I would know, it’s happened to me.