As of late, I’ve been wondering why it is that in the spring, I am more compelled to clean house and re-arrange my life. Maybe it’s the sense of re-generation, offered by the budding trees, that pushes a need to re-arrange my furniture. Maybe it’s got something to do with the extra boost of energy, provided by the extra sunlight hours, that makes me feel as though 6:00am is the perfect time to thoroughly dust my (bookless) bookshelf.
Or, maybe it’s got nothing really to do with the coming of spring, but more to do with the end of winter – a cause for celebration. But what’s a girl to do when it’s time to celebrate, but her friends all live in the suburbs and don’t like coming downtown? Well, celebration then comes in the form of a solitary glass of wine, accompanied by some housecleaning. And some baking. Ok, lots of baking. Because, well, I’m in my 20s, and I’ve got to live it up while I can!
While cleaning, I noticed a few pints of blueberries in my fridge that had seen better days. They hadn’t reached that inexplicable mouldy-immediately-after-purchase stage, but were looking a little sad. If blueberries could frown, well, they were definitely doing that. Though I was really feeling like blueberry pie, I was also really not feeling like rolling out any dough. So I got to thinking. Maybe I should just make date squares, and toss the berries. You see, I’ve been on a date-square binge the past few weeks, and though I like to try and pull myself out of these baking ruts that I get into, date squares are just SO good, I couldn’t bare to NOT make them again.