Today I decided to make something warm and filled with blueberries. A special mid-week treat for my husband to say, "Thanks for working 6 days a week and only sleeping 4 hours a night or something crazy like that."
At lunch, Elizabeth and I perused cookbooks. Should we make a pie? A slump? A flummery!
We made the blueberry flummery in Keep Cooking the Maine Way by Marjorie Standish. It was delicious and I'd make it again, but the best part was that we had an excuse to say flummery as much as possible this afternoon.
One can substitute the word flummery in all songs containing the word "Figaro," by the way.
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