A delicious low carb almond and wild blueberry tart. This crustless keto dessert is easy and elegant, and makes a perfect Mother’s Day Brunch. Or Father’s Day! This post is sponsored by Wyman’s of Maine.
Do you ever say something or make some gesture and suddenly think to yourself “oh my god, I am my mother!”. There’s just something about your tone of voice or your mannerisms and as you’re doing it or saying it, you sense an intense familiarity about it. Perhaps even a little déjà vu. It’s like you step outside of yourself for that brief instant and you see her standing there, making that gesture, saying those words. She’s you and you are her. And all the times you promised yourself that you wouldn’t grow up to be like your mother come back in a swoosh. Too late! Except now, you no longer really mind. You aren’t an angry teenager anymore and you’ve come to realize there are much worse things than becoming your mum. It’s virtually predestined anyway, you might as well just embrace it.
When we’re younger, we think we are so much our own independent person. We are so sure that we are absolutely unique, so very amazingly special, that we cannot possibly be like our parents. We think our experiences and our feelings and our thoughts are so individual to us alone, that our parents can’t possibly relate. But as we get older, we begin to see so much of our parents in ourselves and realize we inherited so many of their traits. It can even be a little comforting to think that this or that feature, physical or otherwise, comes from the generation before. My impulsiveness and my impatience? So very much my mum. I “came by it honestly”, as she would say. We look almost nothing alike, she with her dark hair and dark eyes, I with my blond hair and blue eyes. But if you know us, you know that I am most certainly my mother’s daughter.
But I appear to have inherited an intense love of wild blueberries from my father. I am sure my mother likes them too but my father was passionate about them. He would scorn the big blue globes of the cultivated berries, passing them over as if they had nothing to offer. And he’d happily pay a pretty penny for the baskets full of tiny wild Ontario blueberries, eating them on his cereal, in his pancakes, over his yogurt. And by the handful every time he’d walk through the kitchen. I will never see a wild blueberry or anything made with wild blueberries, without thinking of my dad. And I always, always have a bag of Wyman’s wild blueberries in my freezer. They are good in everything!
If you’ve never had bakewell tart, you are in for a treat. It’s a British tart with an almond paste filling, and often has a layer of jam or is sprinkled with berries. It’s usually raspberries, and Wyman’s happens to have those too if you prefer. But I decided to make mine with the wild blueberries for a change of pace. I also decided to make mine crustless, since a low carb crust would be made with almond flour, just as the filling is. So this is something between a tart and a cake, but it’s absolutely delicious and makes a perfect Mother’s Day brunch or dessert. Still slightly warm from the oven with powdered sweetener or a dollop of whipped cream, it’s elegant and delicious.
So here’s to our mothers and our fathers, and the way we will inevitably grow up to be just like them. From their love of berries to their way with words, there are worse things than becoming our parents!
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