Blueberry Swirl Cheesecake
Growing up I was surrounded by ample amounts of fruit trees, bushes, and plants. I can remember standing outside for what seemed like hours picking the plump blue purple colored fruit. Papa (Grandpa pictured in the photo) would hand us kids a bucket and lead the way. My sisters, cousin and I would always find the bush with the most berries on it, then race to see who could fill their bucket first. A few berries for the bucket, then a few in our mouths, eventually we always picked enough to bring Baba (grandma) to make into pies. Of course we had moments of spilling buckets of fruit while waving our arms like maniacs shooing away those biting torpedo flies, but we always managed to still get buckets upon buckets of blueberries.
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