I have never been much of a dessert fan. I am by default a salt kind of girl, and would much rather prefer most anything salt to anything sweet any day. But I do have a soft spot in my stomach for blueberries — specifically, frozen blueberries of the wild kind.
How much of a soft spot? Well, for starters, I eat them every morning with my cereal after defrosting them under warm running water in my kitchen sink. Every morning. Every time my brother sees me, he yells, “Blueberries!” (basically, a verbatim imitation of yours truly from when we used to live together).