Aren’t you proud of me? I might also add that holy shenanigans they were pretty flipping good…like so good I almost licked my paper plate clean, but I didn’t…but I wanted too.
That tends to happen when I eat something I love. I go a little crazy. I get a little dramatic. I prance and dance around the house like Sleeping Beauty’s fairy godmother, Merryweather, when she’s excitingly cleaning the kitchen for Aurora’s 16th birthday.
It’s magical I swear.
I love to make magic in the kitchen (and no I don’t mean that kind of magic…y’all).
I love to create dishes that entice your senses and ignite the twinkle in your eye that used to happen every time you ate one of your grandmother’s freshly baked cookies but may have been lost along the line somewhere in between the congealed cherry surprise or the mystery meat covered in gravy that was splatted into one of the little compartments of your one too many microwaved meals.
The holidays are the perfect time to make those little lights shine, and it is probably the reason why I go absolutely bat shiz crazy and cook as much as heavenly possible, all while breaking my back and absolutely in no way helping myself recover from the mono like symptoms I’ve had for the past few weeks.
But y’aaaaaaaaall…I just can’t help myself sometimes…it’s cooking and the excitement I feel when I make something that turns out exactly how I wanted it to really is my drug of choice.
Like these sparklingly festive, fantastical bites of bruschetta that will absolutely make you swear they’re full of crack.
This recipe could probably easily feed 15 or so people, give or take, and do you want to know how much we have left here in this household of four?
Did I mention I made them today?
They pulled a disappearing act and went bye, bye in my belly…and into the bellies of the hubs, Mama F & Papa F too.
1 large all-natural, fresh french baquette (or whole wheat if you can find it)
4 tablespoons all natural, high fructose corn syrup free blueberry jam (or any jam, preserves, etc. that you may have on hand)
1 tablespoon water
1 small 4 oz. container of fresh organic blueberries
1/2 cup pure raw cane sugar (or coconut sugar or sugar of choice. Nunaturals stevia may even work)
1 4 oz. package of fresh goat cheese
2 tablespoons fresh basil + more for garnishing (sliced into ribbons)
A sprinkle of sea salt
A few cranks of freshly ground black pepper
2-3 tablespoons milk of choice (I used unsweetened almond)
1/4 cup organic pomegranate arils
*WWpts & WWpts+ = 2 pts per serving*
Preheat oven to 400 degrees (F).
Heat the blueberry jam and water in a microwave safe bowl for about 15 seconds or until it's slightly melted. Set aside.
While jam mixture is cooling, diagonally slice the baguette into 1/2 inch slices (it should yield between 30 or so pieces) and place on a baking sheet. Pop into the oven and lightly toast for 8-10 minutes or until the edges are slightly golden brown. Set aside.
Pour sugar into a brown paper bag then add the blueberries to the jam mixture and gently stir until each berry is lightly coated. Using a slotted spoon, scoop about 1/4 of the blueberries out of the bowl, shake off the excess jam, and add to the bag of sugar. Gently shake the berries in the bag until each one is coated very well. Take the berries out of the bag and place on a wire rack. Continue in small batches until all blueberries are coated. Set aside. NOTE: MAKE SURE YOU USE A WIRE RACK HERE. IF YOU DON'T AND PLACE IT ON A STANDARD COOKIE SHEET OR PLATE THE SUGARS WILL START TO BREAK DOWN THE BERRY AND RELEASE IT'S JUICES MAKING IT SOGGY.
Mix together goat cheese, 2 tbsp of blueberry jam, salt, pepper and two tablespoons of milk. Add another tablespoon of milk if the cheese mixture is too thick to spread. Gently stir in basil then spread a small amount of the cheese mixture onto each slice of baguette.
Add 2-3 of the crystallized blueberries to the top of each slice, sprinkle with pomegranate arils and a few strands of basil ribbons. Arrange on a plate and serve!
Diagnosed with a brain tumor in 2015, God handed me a big ole bag of sour lemons, but I didn’t let it bring me down. Instead, I made a batch of lip-smacking lemonade and my grandmama's pound cake to share with family and friends. Pull up a chair and join me on my journey as I make easy party foods, quick weeknight dinners, and comforting ministry meals that feed the souls of others.