I love summer for the bounty it brings — the tidal wave of tomatoes, okra, squashes, etc. But April 1 to September 1 is a difficult four months for me. Why? There’s no football. Sorry, folks, but baseball does as much for me as reruns of Mama's Family, and the thrill of the NCAA basketball tournament only lasts so long. Of the things that make that time tolerable, though, the summer berry crop ranks right at the top, and blueberries are my hands-down favorite.

John T. Edge shares a culinary secret, saves my life