Blueberry Ginger Galette

We had an interesting night here at the 365 homestead last week. Let me tell you about it…

Lights are off and he’s just settling in on the comfy couch when our daughter’s 6-month-old Golden Retriever, Keiser, starts to growl slightly. Not a big deal, he’s done it before. He’s a very vocal dog and is a grumbler. We also have a 9-year-old Golden named Brady who is extremely laid back and most often will only bark when Keiser gets him started.

So, about 11:30 Keiser starts grumbling, then growling, and then ramps up into a full fledge non-stop bark. Of course, not wanting to be left out and being the Big Man on Campus, Brady joins in. They are both facing the side door and proceed to become really agitated

With only the outside porch light on, Mr. gets up off his comfy couch and moves to see what the dogs are in such a tizzy about. As he comes within about a foot of the door, he sees the doorknob start to turn. (insert scary music!!)

A woman has come up the steps, opened the screen door and is trying to get into the house without. Even. Knocking. Not paying any attention to the dogs, she starts to yell, “Help, I’m hurt and I need some help.” She yells it a couple of times while continuously attempting to open the door.

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They make eye contact, but she continues to yell, not even asking for help or saying what’s wrong. Mr. 365 then begins to bang on the door window, trying to get her attention and yells back, “We’re not doing this tonight!” (Really? I thought as he told me later. Tonight? Why would you use that one particular word?

Tonight.

Odd.

She then retreats down the steps and heads toward the slider at the back of the house. Hoping that it’s locked and not wanting her to see him, my husband gets down on his knees in the dark and crawls towards the slider where both dogs have already positioned themselves while continuing to bark. He no longer sees any sign of her and comes to wake me.

I had heard the dogs barking and thought there might have been deer outside as there had been the day before, so didn’t pay much attention and certainly wasn’t getting out of bed. The Mr.’s out there, he can take care of it. Besides, I’m mad at him.

“Lynne, I’m shaking. You’ve got to get up. There was a woman at the door trying to get into the house!”

“What?!?!?!” Ok, I’m up. And just like that, we join together. A united front. No remnants of any previous argument or anger.

I swear he paid the woman to show up that night. And there we are, both of us. Walking around the house. In the dark.

It’s a rental and even though we’ve been here a month, we still aren’t 100% sure of where the furniture is or the location of those little steps in the floor that we so often trip over even when it’s daylight. Needless to say, we weren’t moving about very gracefully with all the lights out.

We looked out all of the windows, being ever so quiet then went upstairs and didn’t see anything from there either. We went into both of our daughters’ rooms and asked them if they’d heard anything – they’d been in bed on their computers/iPhone and had said they’d heard the dogs.

There was no way they were staying alone in their beds and decided to walk around the house with us. We didn’t bother to wake our son. We figured if he’d heard anything he would have gotten up.

“I want to go outside to see if she’s still around,” says Mr. “Are you nuts?!?!” I say, “you aren’t going outside!! Stay in here!” Our eldest daughter’s shaking while we’re all huddled together. Close, quality family time.

With that, we hear the woman yell something four times. Couldn’t figure out what it was or exactly where she was, but we knew she was in close proximity. “Dad,” says our eldest, “you need to call 911!” So he does.

We’re on the border of two different towns, so thankfully, an officer came from each town.
I do love small town New England. That may have been the only excitement these two officers had had in a while.

They came, they searched, shone their spotlights on the surrounding woods, pond and field, but didn’t come up with anything. The officer from our town walked around the empty house next door, coming back to my husband saying, “Crap, you guys got apple trees! I was looking around when I heard this noise.

Scared the @%$# out of me ’cause I thought a guy was gonna jump me out of the tree.” It was an apple that had fallen to the ground.

He told us to go to bed but stuck around for about 1/2 hour in our driveway after the other officer left and then seemed to take off rather suddenly. I heard him because my adrenaline was up a wee bit too high to get any zzzz’s.

I don’t know how much sleep we got that night, but fortunately, we were able to get some. And yes, I was not in bed alone. Forgive and forget, right?

The next day we went down to the police station to see if there was any news. We explained who we were and we asked if they’d found her.

“Yep, we found her,” the officer on duty said. “He tried to admit her to the hospital, but she wouldn’t go.” Oh,” I said. “Was she ok?” He paused and then chuckled. “Physically.” Then he added, “she’s one of those people in town who needs to be taking her medication regularly.”

Ok, then. good to know. Well, at least the police in town are aware of who those people are and I doubt we’ll be seeing her again. Or at least, I hope we don’t. What happened to the days I grew up in where we’d always leave our doors unlocked at night?

Those times are long gone. So much has changed and it’s unfortunate. You can’t be too safe anymore.

Glad we have two dogs and doors with working locks. I wonder if we’ll run into her around town. It’s a fun story to tell now, but it certainly wasn’t funny that night!

So, I know, I know. All you’ve seen on this blog are blueberries lately and LOTS of them. Pish posh, I say! You can never have enough blueberries! Alright, well maybe you can. But they’re healthy, have those antioxidant thingies and even taste good!

And this isn’t just your regular run-of-the-mill blueberry galette or even like the Peach Blueberry Galette I made before. No, this has something special inside to give it that extra kick of yumminess.

Trust me on this.

The crusts recipe comes from Two Peas and Their Pod.

Mine leaked slightly, but I found that by creasing the edges of the parchment paper up against the juices that did leak stayed pretty much contained and didn’t drip all over the oven. That would be an icky mess!

And…don’t forget that vanilla ice cream (or frozen yogurt)!

I rate everything I make on a scale of 1-4 with 4 being the best and this Blueberry Ginger Galette earned 4 rolling pins. It was delicious! The blueberries were yummy, the crust was perfect and the crystallized ginger gave it that extra kick of flavor. The family and our guests loved it and I’m sure yours will, too!

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