Blueberry Cinnamon Pie

You know how some people have a love language for gifts, touch, words, quality time, or service? Well, I’m pretty sure the love language in this house is pie. Specifically, this blueberry cinnamon pie.

We love it and it makes us happy. We don’t eat it too often (mostly for special occasions), but that just makes it even more special when we do get to enjoy it.

The week before my husband left for one of his deployments (back in 2014), he bought blueberries to make our favorite blueberry pie. Only one thing led to another and he didn’t make it. (Let’s just put the blame on the military for throwing a bone in that plan.)

The morning of his departure, I saw the blueberries sitting there on the counter and I got pretty sad. Sad that he was leaving and sad that we wouldn’t share our cinnamon blueberry pie together after all.

So I decided right then and there, while he was scurrying around the house to pack his last-minute items, that I would make a pie.

Now, pie-making is not my area of expertise—it’s where my husband excels.

He makes the most delicious, tender crusts all by hand and puts extra TLC into the filling. Love is essential when cooking and baking, by the way.

But me? Besides making him lemon meringue pies (one came out in the form of soup) for his birthday occasionally, I stay away from pie-making.

But I needed that blueberry pie, and I especially needed it on that particular day.

So I got out the cookbook, flipped to the flour-dusted page for pies, got out a bowl and measuring cups, and started making a blueberry cinnamon pie.

I didn’t get all fancy with the crust—Pillsbury is a-okay in my book (I convinced my husband to buy it during our last shopping trip because I didn’t want his hands tied up for too long making the crust/pie) so that eliminated one of my pie-baking fears.

When it came time for the filling, my husband let me in on his secret ingredient—the most delicious thing that sets his blueberry pie apart from any other I’ve ever tasted: cinnamon. He doesn’t just add a dash or two.

Nope, he adds heaps of it—maybe 2 heaping Tablespoons or more. And it makes this blueberry pie taste freaking amazing.

“Basically,” he said, “When you think you’ve added enough, add a lot more.”

Done and done.

We decided to leave the house around 10:30 am that morning, and the pie was scheduled to come out of the oven at 10:15 am. Once I did the math and realized he wouldn’t be able to enjoy any of it, I was crushed. He loves pie and had I made it earlier in the morning or even the night before, he could’ve taken some with him.

Unfortunately (or fortunately in my case), there wasn’t enough time for it to cool, so we left the house with the pie still bubbling thickly on the counter.

By the time I came home a few hours later, the pie had cooled and left a nice aroma in the air—a welcome treat when coming back to an empty house.

In all honesty, I forgot about the pie that night, but it had some the following morning.

I promptly took a fork out of the drawer and dug in for breakfast. No need for plates since that sucker was all mine!

The pie lasted a little more than a week and each bite tasted better than the last. I’m 100 percent positive that’s the first time I’ve ever eaten an entire pie by myself (nope, I didn’t even give a bite to Julia—what a horrible mom I am). 

Blueberry Cinnamon Pie Recipe

Here’s the recipe for the Blueberry Cinnamon Pie, by the way, so you can indulge in this yourself:

Enjoy Your Blueberry Cinnamon Pie

Let me know if you try this blueberry cinnamon pie! I hope you love it as much as we do.