Peach Blueberry Crisp

Pre

In 2049 peaches have been outlawed for their allergenic properties. At least 60% of the world is allergic to the fruit. However, a small group of farmers out East still secretly farm the illegal fruit. I met one of the farmers once. It was at a donut stand.

I told him a joke and he leaned in close after laughing, discreetly handing me a peach.

“A gift for making an old farmer laugh” he said.

It must have been decades since I held a peach, let alone tasted.

After thanking the farmer I went home with the peach.

I stared upon the fruit, deep in contemplation of how I should consume the delicacy.

Then I remembered the dish my uncle used to make. He was a farmer too. I searched through old papers until I found the recipe.

YIELD: 9x13 BAKING DISH

Peach Blueberry Crisp

RECIPE

Combining two perfect fruits into one ultimate baking dish. This is undoubtedly the best crisp that doesn't rely on butter for its flavour.

PREP TIME 20 minutes

COOK TIME 45 minutes

TOTAL TIME 1 hours

Ingredients

6-7 whole	Peaches
14 ounces	Blueberries
1/2 cup	White Sugar
2 Tbsp	Lemon Juice
1 Tbsp	Cornstarch
3/4 cup	Flour
1/3 cup	Oats
1/2 cup	Coconut Flakes
1/4 cup	Brown Sugar
1/2 tsp	Salt
1 tsp	Cinnamon
1/2 cup	Butter

INSTRUCTIONS

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees
2. Slice up the peaches. (Immerse in boiling water for 30 seconds to make pealing easier.) Add to large mixing bowl.
3. Add blueberries.
4. Toss fruit with sugar and let sit for 20 minutes. Afterwards drain the liquid from the fruit. (store that liquid for cocktails or whatever)
5. Add lemon juice and cornstarch and fold together.
6. Add fruit to baking dish.
7. Combine flour, oats, coconut flakes, almonds, brown sugar, salt, cinnamon, to a mixing bowl
8. Melt butter and pour over. Mix ingredients and work it
9. Sprinkle crisp over the fruit in the baking pan
10. Bake for 40-45 minutes. Let cool afterwards.

NOTES

1. Recipe stolen from here

Post

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I was all set to begin the baking until I realized it called for blueberries.

Blueberries have been outlawed even longer than peaches, even since the Bluebonic Plague of ‘32.

I would not take no for an answer. I knew there was still one place to get blueberries. Deep in the seedy underworld of downtown, between alleys, there was the underground blueberry market.

At the market I met a person with a large hat that called themselves, Grape.

“I’m looking for a basket of blueberries” I said.

“Whoa,” replied Grape. “We don’t use that word. Here we call them eyes.”

Grape revealed a baggie full of the fruit.

“$200”

I handed Grape the money and make my way home.

The door to my apartment was open when I arrived. Two officers stood standing in my room. One was holding the peach.

“Is this peach your possession?”

The other officer looked in my bag. “The suspect is carry blueberries.”

I was handcuffed and forced into the back of a van with no windows.

I should have never taken the peach.