Blueberry Compote (not “compost”)

Frozen blueberries
Orange/pineapple/mango juice (or whatever juice you want)
Lemon juice
Lime juice
Spiced rum
Brown sugar

This is such a silly little thing that I hesitate to include it, but it was easy, and it worked. That’s what we’re all looking for in cooking, right? “Easy, and it worked.”

Grandma and I were visiting dear friend of ours. They said, “We got dinner. You bring dessert.”

That sounds easy, like you just run to the store and get a frozen key lime pie or a fruit pie from the bakery section. But that’s not how we roll.

I’m trying to watch the body shape (okay, I’m trying to lose weight, okay?). So I was thinking, how do I have a dessert that is kinda healthy? Fruit. A fruit combination. I bought tangelos, pears, black seedless grapes, blueberries, strawberries, a jar of maraschino cherries, and bananas. We already had frozen blueberries.

First off, I discarded the pears. Cutting through them was like cutting through a brick. That wasn’t going to work. I cut tangelos slices into smaller pieces, being careful to take out the seeds.

I felt guilty about the marashchin0 cherries, because they were not fresh, in a jar, in their own syrup, but doggone it, in growing up and being forced to eat fruit salad, or enjoying a malt or a banana split, the maraschino cherry was the one part that was thoroughly special, and I’m not going to give that up without a fight, although at my age, a “fight” is something laughable, but let’s not talk about that while I will have a few milliliters of testosterone left in my body, okay?

Where was I? The fruit dessert with blueberry compote. Yes, let’s continue. Sorry.

I started thinking, sure, I can just slice the strawberries and bananas, jumble up fruit together (and I ultimately did), and so what? Nothing remarkable. The word “compote” came to mind, and I was Googling on my phone in the store.

I got ideas, I bought stuff, and I got home and started in.

I put some glops of butter in a saucepan to melt. I threw in the aforementioned frozen blueberries. I added a little orange/pineapple/mango juice. And mild sprays of lemon and lime juice. And cinnamon. And nutmeg. And yes, spiced rum. Boiled it up.

The result was a tad tart. Brown sugar got added, just a couple pinches. Kept boiling. Tasted great to me. Gave Grandma a taste, and her face clenched into a fist. Still too tart for her. I added more brown sugar.


If you do all that, put in the brown sugar to your taste, and boil it down to the desired consistency, it’s darned tasty. We took it as part of the dessert, poured the compote over the fruit, put the “pshhhshht” whipped cream on top, and it was a huge hit.

The hostess said, “This would be lovely over French vanilla ice cream.”  I didn’t argue, but only because she was absolutely right.

So that was my blueberry compote. It’s worth a go.

— Grandpa

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