Blueberries do grow here in Tasmania, but are out of season just now. By the way, we tend to call "popsicles" by other names. I called them icy poles or ice blocks when I was a child. Invented in America, I believe the name "popsicle" derives from combining the words "lollipop" and "icicle". This back in the day when frozen treats were a bit of a novelty in the early 1920's...
As I couldn't photograph an actual frozen fruit block for my inchie this week, I decided to just use an image of the blueberry itself, because without the fruit one simply couldn't produce whatever one wants to call it.
Blueberries need an acidic sandy loam soil enriched with plenty of organic matter to do well, so they would probably grow quite well in our garden. However, I much prefer the more flavourful and acidic flavours of black currants and raspberries and so are much more likely to give them garden space than the more expensive and less productive blueberry plants, available at nurseries locally.
The blueberry fruit ripens to a deliciously dark purple when ripe, and is covered with a protective coating of powdery epicuticular wax which gives the fruit it's attractive and distinctive bloom. One advantage the more robust blueberry has over softer summer fruits, is their extended shelf life.
For the matting layer of my inchie, I used a scrap of a mid purple coloured card stock...the colour I imaging fresh blueberries crushed with yoghurt might look, which is how I would make my blueberry icy poles, should I ever have enough of the fresh fruit available to make them.
The girls had also given Tim a box of Sarah's special iced biscuits, the boys called home for a chat, so he had a pretty special day.
The weather is warming up a little now and the days are certainly lengthening. We are having a delicious Wombat Salad for supper tonight...actually an Asian flavours coconut and lemongrass poached chicken and wombok salad...no wombats were harmed, I assure you. Mind you, a nice chunky wombok does have a wombatty sort of design line...just without the fur!
Bye
Di