As a kid, I didn’t like blueberries. Come to think of it, I didn’t like much of anything when it came to food! But every summer my mom would pick fresh blueberries from our bushes and make something called a blueberry cougan. I have no idea where that name came from, but it’s what we always called it. Just the smell emanating from the kitchen while it was baking was enough to let me know that this would be something…
