Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup.
Drink it up.
Love her and she'll bring you luck.
~ Loggins and Messina
When I was young, my parents would often take us camping in New England towards the end of summer. I have vague memories of the rocky shores and lovely villages, but one thing I remember clearly - on a much more visceral level - is picking wild blueberries then taking them back to the camper where Mom would wash them off (all of us maintaining the facade that we HADN'T been eating them the whole time we were picking them) and put them in a paper cup with a little bit of sugar and some milk.
It was divine.
As I got older, when blueberries would start showing up on the shelves I would often indulge in that very same treat. The sweetener changed - sugar to Sweet 'n Low to Equal to Blue Agave to Stevia - but always blueberries and always milk (the higher the fat content, the better) and always - ALWAYS - a paper cup.
This week I've been having mixed berries as my fruit with my breakfast every day. This morning there were no more strawberries or raspberries. When I looked at those blueberries, all alone in my bowl - well - you know what I did.
And it was good.
But something was missing.
In an attempt to be as environmentally conscious as possible, we pretty much never have paper plates or cups around. Now I love the environment and the world and all that - but for a couple weeks here - while blueberries taste amazing - there will be paper cups in the house.
And breakfast will taste like youth and summer and freedom.
I love the taste of youthful abandon in the morning.