There’s a running joke on the husband’s side of the family that I can be a bit of a “purist” when it comes to food in the sense that I want to make EVERYTHING from scratch. And, I hate to admit, they’re not exactly wrong. But it’s not my fault!
Okay…..it’s kind of my fault, but it goes back to when I was a kid. My Dad is an insane chef and baker. He makes the most incredible pizzas, cinnamon rolls, pies, bread and pretty much everything. Growing up, he wasn’t stoked on me using boxed mixes to bake. His argument was it’s not that much harder to just make it yourself. Which is true! So that meant if I wanted something sweet (which was all the time) I had to make it myself…..from scratch.
These days, this make it from scratch philosophy has kind of taken on a life of itself. My Dad may have even created a bit of a monster……like I wouldn’t let him buy pre-shredded parmesan once because I said it’s better to shred your own. When he complained I told him, “This is your fault! You created this!” It might have been an over the top reaction to have in a grocery store, but I’m cool with it.
The recipe I’m sharing today originally comes from my husband’s Grandma. It’s a dessert so legendary in their family that it’s simply referred to as The Blueberry Dessert. I had been hearing about this icon of treat for a while and was so excited when I finally got try some. And, let me tell you, it did not disappoint. It’s crazy delicious and addicting. My Mother-in-law was kind enough to share the recipe with me a few years back and, because I can’t leave well enough alone, I decided to change it up a bit.
The original recipe calls for Cool Whip and canned blueberry pie filing, but since I feel the burning desire to make everything from scratch I swapped both of those out for homemade versions. A bright and jammy blueberry sauce took the place of the canned stuff and a stabilized whipped cream was an easy replacement for Cool Whip. And since I was already changing up the recipe, I decided to make it as a layered trifle instead of in a 9 x 13 pan.
While my version of the dessert is slightly more complicated than the original, the intent and spirit behind it remains the same. This is the dessert I make for the husband on his birthday or when his family comes to visit and will even be on our Thanksgiving table this year. It’s a dessert that reminds him of home and makes me feel more closely connected to his family. Being able to put my own spin on a dessert so rich in their family’s history feels like a melding of our two pasts. Me and my make it from scratch mentality passed down from my Dad and their beautiful family dessert steeped in lots of love. It’s one hell of a combo!