Red, White and Blueberry Crisp

This weekend had some ups and downs. Not in temperature or humidity, of course, as those just kept going up, up, and away. Sure, it was beautiful, sunny, and full of skin-burning loveliness, but it was also the weekend when I started to move my stuff from my apartment to the boy’s place. This is a great thing, yes, but what is NOT great is that I currently live on the third-floor of a brick building with absolutely zero air conditioning. Not even a window unit, because in all my cockiness I thought, “Psh, I’m moving out in July, I don’t need to pay $25 for someone to install my air conditioner. I’m stronger than that.”

I’m not stronger than that. That was a mistake.

The air was heavy, the floor was hot and moist, and the fans were just turning their heads in vain. We were productive, sure, but also…thirsty. So very thristy. I wanted all the water in the world, and something refreshing and sweet. Yes, I wanted dessert, because even when nearing heat-stroke I’m still me.

So when I finally got in his (/my new) central-air-conditioned home, I deemed it dessert time. Fruity, fresh, and weather-appropriate dessert time, that is, and something likely involving ice cream. Yes, that is what I needed. And a cold glass of Chardonnay on the rocks. This, my friends, is the key to hot-weather happiness. Fact.

Sweet, slightly tart, gooey perfection, with melty ice cream just making a mess of the whole thing.

I made this late on Sunday afternoon, and it took all my strength not to eat the entire “photo shoot” piece before dinner.

So then I ate half of it.

…Okay maybe a little more than half.

If I had waited a few days, this would have been a perfectly patriotic dessert to have on the Fourth of July. After all, it’s got the red, white, and blue covered, plus it’s filled with refreshing berries and covered in ice cream. If that’s not a celebration of mid-summer then I don’t know what is.

But let’s be real, that wasn’t the point here. I wasn’t thinking straight. The heat had gone to my head and a selfish fruit and sugar craving had overtaken my common sense.

 

Summer heat can drive a girl insane, but you just need to know your own quick fixes. In my case, triple berry crisp. Done and done.