My blueberry nights

And outside the window it’s raining again. So autumn creeps up unnoticed, while no one sees or waits. But I, for one, am not discouraged) After all, autumn is the season of mushrooms and of course berries! How nice it is sometimes to sit at home, wrapped in a warm blanket, with a cup of tea and a slice of blueberry pie!!! I love autumn)

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And outside the window it’s raining again... So autumn creeps up unnoticed, while no one sees or waits. But I, for one, am not discouraged) After all, autumn is the season of mushrooms and of course berries! How nice it is sometimes to sit at home, wrapped in a warm blanket, with a cup of tea and a slice of blueberry pie!!! I love autumn)

For our pie, of course, it’s better to use fresh blueberries, but in the absence of them, you can get by with frozen ones!

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