It was on my first visit to Block Island, RI, where my husband’s family has a home, that I fell in love with foraging…food, that is. I’ve always love furniture and art scavenging, in fact, on my first date with my husband, we dumpster-dived (dove??) for cool junk in Soho–back when Soho was still pretty industrial. There are those fanatical folks who dumpster-dive for food (much like extreme couponers–do you really need 100 bottles of hair conditioner? Is a case of E-coli really worth that half-rotten case of Iceberg?) but that’s where I draw the line. Food foraging in nature is another thing altogether. On Block Island alone, I’ve foraged blackberries, blueberries, apples, rose hips, beach plums, wild Concord grapes, mussels, clams, striped bass (i suppose that’s called fishing…) and watercress. In Brooklyn, I’ve found figs, epazote, ginkgo and Juneberry and in upstate New York, ramps, and loads of mushrooms (those, i’m a little wary of)
A few hours a day during our family’s late-summer vacation on Block Island was always spent picking blackberries and rose hips and making pint after pint of jam. My goal was to only buy sugar and new canning lids–everything else was free or else recycled. We’d pick fresh, peppery watercress (too spicy to eat raw) and sauté it with garlic and sausage. In recent years, our vacations have fallen at the beginning of summer, some weeks before blackberries and rose hips are ripe, so my foraging is limited to what I find at the grocery store–and believe me, sorting through mediocre produce sometimes feels like foraging.
On our way home from Block Island last week, we stopped off at my husband’s grandfather’s lake cottage in central Connecticut for an impromptu family reunion. It’s a sweet little house on a lovely lake that my grandfather-in-law bought in the 1940’s. He and his wife planted 2 blueberry bushes near the water’s edge. This week, they were full of blueberries–perfect timing as we usually visit long after they’re gone. In about an hour’s time, I picked more than a quart. The elders were impressed–I think they’d stopped picking them a long time ago. After doling out a few small handfuls, I promised to make a coffee cake for breakfast the following morning with Maggie’s blueberries.
BLUEBERRY CRUMB CAKE
hands-on time: 20 min
total time: 80 min
Serves 12 to 16
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 cup sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 stick unsalted butter, melted
2 2/3 cups all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups sugar
3 large eggs, at room temperature
1 1/2 sticks (12 tablespoons) unsalted butter, melted
1 cup plus 2 tablespoons whole milk, at room temperature
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
3 1/2 cups blueberries
1. Preheat the oven to 350° and butter and flour a 9-inch by 13-inch baking pan. Make the crumb topping: in a medium bowl, combine the flour with the sugar, baking powder, salt and butter and pinch together with your fingers until evenly moistened. Press into clumps.
2. Make the cake: In a large bowl, whisk the flour with the baking powder, salt and sugar. In a medium pitcher, whisk the eggs with the butter, milk and vanilla. Pour the mixture into the dry ingredients and whisk until smooth. Fold in 3/4 of the blueberries and scrape the batter into the pan, spreading it evenly. Scatter the remaining berries on top. Sprinkle the crumb topping all over and bake in the center of the oven until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out with a few moist crumbs attached, 45 to 50 minutes. Let cool slightly before serving.
We had Blueberry pie last week (Southern Living, Spicy Blueberry Pie, from the 90’s) can’t wait to try this,. May try Peach Pie first (Rose Levy BBB) have you tried it?
Grace – I have been eating those blueberries from the lake house bushes since we were kids so let’s just say decades! As kids, we used to just mix the blueberries with sugar in a cup because we often would not wait until they were fully ripened. Brings back memories! I can’t wait to try your recipe.
of course those bushes must hold some awesome memories for you! i probably would’ve eaten myself sick if i were around! Jerry was happy to see those blueberries get used. i wish Chick were there that day–he’d’ve been happy too.
I remember that the birds used to get the berries before anyone else did. One year Maggie covered the bushes with cheesecloth and there was a bountiful harvest and then the humans feasted.
I’m reading this post from vacation in Thailand and am getting homesick for the first time. I can’t wait to test this recipe out for myself. I’m grateful there is no coconut milk, ginger, red/green/yellow curries in this crumb cake. Some good ole American comfort food is in order sister!!!!,
Your trip sounds magical and the recipe delicious.
Ahhh, Block Island. My husband and I were there a few weeks ago, and sussed out the rose hips on Corn Neck as we walked back into town from the beach. We’re headed to BI at the end of August, and we’re hoping to harvest enough for a double-batch of rose hip jelly this year.
I think I’ll use foraged blackberries for this recipe (they’re from our yard, but we didn’t plant them, so it’s a bit of a stretch, but I still count it as foraging!) – blackberry crumb cake sounds like the perfect use for them. Thanks for sharing, Grace!
Ah, August on Block Island!! Blackberry time! Pick enough for me! Old Mill road is a treasure trove…
Oooh! Good to know! We’re on it – thanks!!!