A blade shines in the darkest of the nights
The first time I fell in love with the taste of blueberries was my very first waffles with blueberry jam when I was a teenager. It then started in me a blueberry craze - I would buy a slice of cake with blueberry toppings or make a peanut butter-blueberry jam sandwich, blueberry ice-cream etc. I had never seen or tasted the fruit itself (not many growing around Singapore), until I started living in France. While out on a walk in the forest with my in-laws, we came across some blueberries. I picked one up and tasted it - it wasn't anything like I remembered. I was kinda disappointed but all was forgotten when it was presented to me as a dessert.
We were at my in-law's place for the long weekend a week ago, and boy were we in for a real treat of desserts - they picked a bucket full of blueberries in the forest just the day before and made some blueberry yogurt ice-cream with it. As for what was left, we decided to turn it into a blueberry tart.
That pie is great in summer if you put it in the fridge: because of their water content, the cream and blueberries cools down and make for a refreshing dessert. This tart is not too sweet as my in-laws aren't big on sugar, you can turn the knob up by choosing a sweet pastry dough instead and covering the tart with blueberry jam or jelly on top (as many bakeries do) .
This recipe works perfectly with strawberries or raspberries too.