I’m tempted to coo the cute little crumbs left behind on my plate. Tell them how delightful they are. Boast how those blueberries could not have found a better pairing.
I’d apologize for eating the bar from which they came but I’m too busy using the back of my fork to pick up the leftover crumbs. I’ll eat those too. So I won’t waste my time apologizing.
And as I rub my belly, I’ll daydream of their eulogy, where I’ll talk about how they were the best of crumbs. So well rounded too (especially considering they’re squares!). They made the perfect breakfast and tasted so good with coffee. And later in the day they made a great sweet treat snack. As a dessert? They hit the spot. And then I’ll choke up a little… and explain how they were the only mess I ever truly enjoyed cleaning up… or eating up. Finally I’ll wipe a tear from my eye and dust the crumbs off my blouse and bid farewell.
And while I’ll miss those crumbly crumbles… I’ll be OK cause there’s more where that came from… in my kitchen displayed on a blue dinner plate.
And once Sweets and I finish those off… I can always make more… but until then how bout you get your blueberries rinsed and your apron on.
Blueberry Crumb Bars