The comforting scents of freshly made pies cooling on the windowsills transported me back to carefree summer days spent at my grandma's home, where I spent many joyful summer days as a youngster. I used to love her blueberry pies the most. There was something about the combination of the luscious, ripe berries with the sugary, flaky crust that was just perfect.
I was dragged into the kitchen by Grandma as she said, "I have a special summer treat for us today," on a scorching July day. I've been honing this special recipe just for you! As she filled rounds of buttery biscuit dough with brilliant purple pie filling, my eyes widened in wonder. Before brushing them with melted butter and topping them with glittering sugar, she meticulously formed them into small balls.
Please tell me, Grandma. As I eagerly licked my lips, I inquired.
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