Non-Sporting Blueberry Mess.

So you know it’s Wimbledon final time this weekend yes? I don’t know why I asked actually.....of cooooourse you don’t. Not only do you not know...you don’t even care. You are a pooooor excuse for a English(wo)man.

So here I am to the rescue...to tell you that it’s the Wimby finals and that even though you don’t care, really you should take advantage of any vague excuse for a party, or not even that, an excuse to indulge...Pimms, strawbs, shouting at the telly...however indifferent are to sport you’ve gooooot to find that appealing.

And my treat for you...it doesn’t, in fact, involve strawberries or Pimms because I know really that you just doooooo not care and however delicious sounding the treat, if it’s vaguely sporty fun themed you will roll your eyes and click away.

So Blueberry Mess, as in Eton Mess with bluebs instead of strawbs and a bit of maple syrup thrown in for good measure, is Wimbledon-ey enough for me to feel satisfied that I’m celebrating this exciting bat and ball thingy and un-Wimbledon-ey enough for you to be able to make it any time, in the absence of rackets and serves. I hope you do. With Love and Cake.

Blueberry Mess.

A few notes:

• I’m sure I’ll tell you about real Eton Mess sometime soon but in the meantime, if that’s what you fancy, replace the blueberries with strawberries and the maple syrup with a sprinkling of sugar.
• A great use for homemade meringues if you have any or fancy making some...recipe here...but shop bought ones are a-ok too.

Makes enough for 2 after a light summery meal or 4 after a heavier one

You will need

150g blueberries

2 tbsp maple syrup

300ml double cream

1 medium sized meringue

• No oven here so first job is to gently mash the berries a bit so some get squidged and release their juices and others stay whole.
• Stir the maple syrup into the berries.
• In another, large, bowl whip the cream to soft, billowing peaks.
• Gently stir in the berries and crumbled up meringue so you leave everything rippled rather than combined. 
• Pour yourself a Pimms, turn the telly to BBC and cheer very loudly for Andy (fingers crossed)....or don't, your call.