Blueberry Cornmeal Crumb Cake

It's Spring Break. My sister is off gallivanting around the Grand Canyon and hopefully not getting eaten by bears or donkeys. The sole piece of advice my mother doled out to my sister before she left was "Don't sleep in huts." When pressed to explain herself further she said, "Mouse turds are dangerous." Piper and I decided to leave it at that.

That, however, leaves me alone and my monastic, hermit-like tendencies have come out in full force. "But it's South by Southwest!" I hear you cry. "And you live in Austin!" Well, reader, I am actually just a well-disguised 80-year-old curmudgeon at heart. I hate crowds, and loud, drunken young people give me indigestion. Besides, campus is really, really nice now that all the college students are gone. Just me and the squirrels.

There is, however, only so much Poirot one can watch before stir-craziness sets in. And by stir-craziness I mean the intense urge to stir batter around in circles in various bowls. So in one day I made the Grapefruit Teacake and this Blueberry Crumb Cake. And it's not six o'clock yet.