Milk with blueberries and strawberries

Milk with blueberries and strawberries

Category: Vegetable and fruit dishes

Ingredients
Milk is cold	250 ml.
Sugar to taste
Blueberry	2 rounded tablespoons
Strawberry	1 tablespoon

Cooking method

• I don’t know what to call this dish!
• Who is the author of the recipe too ...
• But I remember him as much as myself. Well, pancakes with mint strawberries and sugar ...
• I think everyone knows this dish. It comes from there ... where the parents are young, where the toys and the bike ... the beloved lilac under the window ... the trees in the yard are so huge ... It's a pity there are no emoticons ...
• The berries were from the market more often. But sometimes I was woken up very early and we went to the station at dawn. The whole family gathered: mom, dad, grandmother and me. They gave me a can. Blue with a cap. They put on rubber boots and were sure to wear a large panama hat. My grandmother was always afraid of ticks. How I hated this Panama.
• And then we drove. Everyone in the car was dozing. And I was looking out the window. Then we walked again for a long time. Finally we entered a large forest. There was a sea of ​​blueberries ... The rule was simple: I took a can - free! By the black tongue, my mother immediately determined that I ate more. Mom always went to strawberries. Dad did not pick berries, but ran for mushrooms. But my grandmother .. Beloved, dear, dear grandmother .. Ah, if you knew with what love I am now writing about you ... She always poured her berries into my can, and I rushed to my mother with a proud look. And then we definitely dined in the forest together. I don't remember what, but it was exactly the same just fat... cucumbers, boiled eggs. It was very interesting to eat them with blueberry-black hands - there were stains from the fingers.
• In the evening we got home.
• And then my mother took out milk, poured sugar and I loaded the berries there. And a leaf was sure to come across ... We never collected with a combine. How delicious it was ... And the aroma ...
• In general, that's the whole recipe.
• What to serve with the dish? And serve my panama hat ... and a can ...

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Irishka, we love this sooo much and always eat it in the berry season, only we never add sugar


photo of that year.

Irisha, she wrote so tasty and so cool!
Eh, "childhood, childhood, where have you gone? Where did you find a cozy corner?"
A couple more weeks and I'll try this favorite dish of the gnomes. That's what my brother called him. We also threw raspberries there.

Ooh, thanks for the memories !!! Although I didn’t like picking berries ... But I adored eating) Everything was one to one, except for Panama and my grandmother (usually three of us went, and my mother poured berries into my can - she has the highest category in the speed of picking berries))) For lunch, we also had potatoes in their uniforms))) And on the way back and at home, I liked to take off the bandage from the can and poke my nose into it - my head was already dizzy from the berry spirit.
And I dreamed not of the roar of the cosmodroooom, but of red-blue berries!

Irishka, we love this sooo much and always eat it in the berry season, only we never add sugar

Oh, how great! And the photo, well, I would just scoop it up ... raspberries are my favorite berry! Thank you, my dear, for not passing by!

Irisha, she wrote so tasty and so cool!

Thank you Annushka, I shared ...

A couple more weeks and I'll try this favorite dish of the gnomes. That is what my brother called him. We also threw raspberries there.

Yes, everything went there! But blueberries and strawberries are a recipe for the very happiness that I described ...

Ooh, thanks for the memories !!! Although I did not like picking berries ...But she loved to eat) I just had one to one, except for Panama and my grandmother (usually three of us went, and my mother poured berries into my can - she has the highest category in the speed of picking berries))) For lunch, we still had potatoes in their uniforms) )) And on the way back and at home I liked to take off the bandage from the can and poke my nose into it - my head was already spinning from the berry spirit.
And I dreamed not of the roar of the cosmodroooom, but of red-blue berries!

Anyutik! Thanks for your recipe for happiness! Very much appreciated ...

[Irishkin]

Irishkin, thank you!!!
Here is a straight soul upset !!!! And so warm from the memories became !!!!
And also from childhood .... And delicious !!!!

Irish, if you remember that my childhood was spent in Belarus, then you will understand my feelings! that's how we enjoyed the berries there! Thank you! Tears are filling! Memories of the best years! Oh, those carefree years when the whole family was together, and thoughts about how to appreciate everything!

And on the way back and at home, I liked to take off the bandage from the can and poke my nose into it - my head was already dizzy from the berry spirit.

Oh, for sure - the cans with berries were always Tied up with a rag. she still had blue stains from blueberry juice ... thanks! remembered!

Here is a straight soul upset !!!! And so warm from the memories became !!!!

Irisha is our recipe for happiness!
Thank you for your kind words!

if you remember that my childhood was spent in Belarus

it's me, my friend, I don't know - I feel it!

Oh, those carefree years when the whole family was together, and thoughts about how to appreciate everything!

[Tumanchik]

Tumanchik, Irunya, finally! Favorite dish of my childhood!

finally! Favorite dish of my childhood!

yes, friend. Thank you!

Oh, Irisha, thanks for the memories. I already cried. A dish from childhood, when my father and mother were nearby. And grandpa poured berries in a can
Such a simple and soulful dish!

So thank you so much!
I first tried it with my grandmother, in a village in the Arkhangelsk region. My cousins ​​collected strawberries, and milk - their own! Eh .......

Thank you for the memories. I already cried. A dish from my childhood, when my father and mother were next to me. And grandpa poured berries in a can

So are you granddaughter's granddaughter? I didn't have grandfathers at all. Left early ...

Such a simple and soulful dish!

Yes, this dish lives in the soul!
We will pass it on to our children!

You need to write everything down, you are very good at it!

[Tumanchik]

Tumanchikand I almost burst into tears. Okay, nobody sees ... Thank you for this recipe!

[Tumanchik]

Tumanchik, Ira, we have milk with strawberries. So great! Memories from childhood.
Thank you for the pleasant memories, always delicious.

And the recipe reminded me of my childhood, relatives often brought blueberries from Belarus, oh, only memories remained !! :-) :-) :-) Such a berry is not found in our area ... Thank you Irochka for reminding me, but I don’t remember the taste either :-) :-) :-) And what a delicious and healthy recipe !!!

Thank you for this recipe!

Thank you for the pleasant memories, always delicious.

Thank you Irochka for reminding me, otherwise I don't remember the taste :-) :-) :-) And what a delicious and healthy recipe !!!

The girls all know the recipe, but everyone has their own memory of its taste .. Thank you for your kind words.

[Ir]

Ir, I just lost heart! ... I didn't have a panama, my grandmother Lyonya was tying a scarf for me. Milk with berries, this is my recipe for happiness. Thank you dear!

[Ir]

Ir, I just lost heart! ... I didn't have a panama, my grandmother Lyonya was tying a scarf for me. Milk with berries, this is my recipe for happiness. Thank you dear!

Thank you Ilonka for sharing her recipe for happiness!

Today I told the children about picking berries in the forest. It is a pity that there is no car ... But we didn’t have one either. Somehow everything was different. Yes, and there was no such market ... And now I went: and gooseberries, and raspberries, and strawberries, and blueberries ... it’s more expensive.But my children won't have a can then ..

Irish, pissed off ..... thank you for my memories!

Irish, pissed off ..... thank you for my memories!

Natasha,

Can, yes ... I went with my grandmother to get forest raspberries. I have a pink can, plastic, and hers is white, enameled. And 2 belts from robes Who can tell why?

And 2 belts from robes Who can tell why?

oyyyyyyyyyyyy exactly !!!!!!!!!! tie the same can on the belt to make it easy to collect! Well, here's your recipe for happiness! Thank you! What pleasant memories!

[Tumanchik]

Tumanchik, Hurrah!!! Hands free, you can pick the berry with both hands. You can also hang it around your neck, as it is more convenient.

[Tumanchik]

Tumanchik, Hurrah!!! Hands free, you can pick the berry with both hands. You can also hang it around your neck, as it is more convenient.

and they always brought home twigs with blueberries .. was it?

[Tumanchik]

Tumanchik, It was! And a bunch of strawberries for mom.

I ate blueberries in my childhood to my heart's content, because my whole family comes from the Kaluga region, from the very heart of the Ugra National Park. There are as many blueberries as I have never seen anywhere else in my life. And forest raspberries (this, I can tell you, raspberries!)), And wild strawberries, and porcini mushrooms. I recognize the blueberry bush just with my eyes closed. They put on a jacket made of thick tarpaulin (it was called a wind jacket), a hat or scarf, boots and pants. And not even because of ticks (although they were sometimes met), but because of the wild amount of mosquitoes in swamps and blueberries. And there were a lot of bears and other large animals are still found there. Sometimes people came across bears on the burned-out areas (these are burnt-out areas of the forest, which for some reason were first overgrown with wild raspberries), sometimes bears go to the edge of the city, because it is just in the forest.
So we never ate blueberries with milk. Never ever. Grandma pounded blueberries with strawberries in a bowl of sugar (I just see her kitchen, a metal enamelled kitchen and a crush - 100 years all the same, painfully familiar))) and then she could sometimes! add cream, if any. It is cream, girls, these are two big differences - cream and milk. By the way, try it with cream, you will like it, I guarantee. This is my favorite combination with berries (strawberries, raspberries). But pour, of course, not as much as pouring milk, but simply to whiten a little. And since there was rarely cream in the store, most often no one poured anything there and we just smeared blueberries or blueberries / strawberries crushed with sugar on a fresh loaf (a piece of loaf) and ate, closing our eyes with pleasure!))) Here ...

A can, yes ... We went with my grandmother for forest raspberries. I have a pink can, plastic, and hers is white, enameled. And 2 belts from robes Who can tell why?

And nothing like that, we always tied up .... old torn nylon tights !! They are elastic, so they tied them up perfectly and tightly, and did not overtighten them. It was very convenient.))) And yes, always with cans, yeah. Enamelled and just aluminum ... Oh, golden childhood ...

all my family comes from the Kaluga region, from the very heart of the Ugra National Park.

And not even because of ticks (although they were sometimes met), but because of the wild amount of mosquitoes in swamps and blueberries. And there were a lot of bears and other large animals are still found there. Sometimes people came across bears on the burned-out areas (these are burnt-out areas of the forest, which for some reason first of all were overgrown with wild raspberries), sometimes bears go to the edge of the city, because it just stands in the forest.

wow !!! How interesting!

blueberries have never been eaten with milk. Never ever

Blimey! and I thought that everyone ate like that! with cream it will really be delicious! I believe .. then they were rarely bought for blueberries. but they always gave me a thin and painful one from childhood.

Grandma pounded blueberries with strawberries in a bowl of sugar (

we always ate this with pancakes

tied up ...old torn nylon pantyhose !!

about! it was a strategically important wardrobe item. Firstly, it was a huge deficit and they were sewn up and worn to the end! and then they became - rags for washing the bath! or what else ... and more often it was stockings. but the cans were tied with belts.
Thank you Nat for your recipe for happiness!

Eh, golden childhood ...

[Tumanchik]

Tumanchik,
The bow was still kept in tights)))

[Tumanchik]

Tumanchik,
The bow was still kept in tights)))

It was
and, sorry, they filtered the wallpaper glue ...

Tumanchik,
The bow was still kept in tights)))

And I still keep it .... there is no better way! Hanging in the closet!

Irinka, take the report! I drove to the "forest" (dacha). and voila, I can feel nostalgic for my pleasure. Girls help yourself !!!

I can feel nostalgic for my pleasure.

wow !!! raspberry is my favorite !!!! adore! and he eats that - with a full mouth! I'm running with a spoon !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Come on Irishka, two more mayonnaise buckets of raspberries and a polish polka dots! Gluttony

(Don't forget cheese, cheese!)

Come on Irishka, two more mayonnaise buckets of raspberries and a polish polka dots! Gluttony

(Don't forget cheese, cheese!)

cheese ... cheese ... and cheese and bread and lard .. I'll take everything. raspberry current ..

Easy!! Eat raspberries, honey, you don't mind anything!

Easy!! Eat raspberries, honey, you don't mind anything!

the cans were tied with belts.

Belts, belts! Where do nylon tights come from in a village in the Smolensk region? And robes with belts - certainly were. And these belts "lived" on cans, tied to the handle, throughout the berry season.

Fog, it was! And a bunch of strawberries for mom

And robes with belts - certainly were. And these belts "lived" on cans, tied to the handle, throughout the berry season.

so straightforwardly sincerely remember ...

And these belts "lived" on cans, tied to the handle, throughout the berry season.

We, too, only I, with such a can, collected raspberries in my garden. could not stand this occupation

We, too, only I, with such a can, collected raspberries in my garden. could not stand this occupation

Chucha and me under the window (we lived in the 4th floor) they forced to weed the flowerbed. So until the age of 25, I believed that poking around in the ground was not mine. Until life threw me and my husband into an urban village. I plowed such a vegetable garden there! And on that flower bed dahlias were growing - a bush like a jasmine - all covered with scarlet flowers. From everywhere they went to my mother to ask for his bulb. Well, or what he is breeding there .. How I did not see him !!
And now I remember ...

I now have very little raspberries growing and currants are almost worn out too, but all because of childhood memories So hunting on the street, and they plant you under a currant bush, you could only get away with playing the piano, but I hated playing music even more

I now have very few raspberries growing and currants are almost worn out too

so do you live in your house? or dacha?

I have my own house. But from living creatures only a dog and two cats, well, I am a lazy garden

I have my own house. But from living creatures only a dog and two cats, well, a garden

great !!!

Eh, and to me a "vigorous cow" a house with a garden is not given in sensations. From an early age I loved to pick berries myself. Once upon a time we had a house with a garden on the outskirts of Moscow, and in the morning, while my grandmother was kindling the stove, I went with my can to the garden for berries, so that then everyone would eat for breakfast. Then this house was broken down, the garden was filled up when the railway embankment was widened, and grandfather and grandmother, from the bounty of the state, were given a one-room apartment as much as 16 meters.