Whole Grain, Streusel-Topped Blueberry Buckle

Blueberries on the Buffalo

In a world where every company calls itself the leader, and “great customer service” is something of a buzzword, a lot of us have become desensitized to company promises—but this past weekend, about 80 miles south of Nashville, I became a believer once again. At Blueberries on the Buffalo Farm, a small, family-run blueberry farm that is actually a small, one-couple-run blueberry farm, I experienced firsthand such unparalleled kindness from the very people who work the land, I haven’t stopped talking about it since.

Blueberries on the Buffalo

To tell you about this farm, I have to tell you about Dan and Debbie Eiser, the sweet, smiling couple who own and work it. When you arrive at the beautifully maintained Lawrenceburg farm, one or both of them will be waiting for you, either outside with buckets or in the office building, behind the desk, bagging up berries for other customers and talking to wide-eyed children about feeding the catfish in one of their two fully stocked ponds. Dan, a virtual human encyclopedia of blueberry knowledge that he’s just waiting to pour out on you, is like a college professor, but with pants held up by suspenders, a gray head topped by a baseball cap and thick arms bronzed from days in the fields. I’d talked to Dan a few times before coming, both via email and in a 20-minute phone conversation on the morning of the Fourth of July in which he not only advised me not to come because of the heavy rain but also schooled me a little on how to pick a ripe berry, but when we walked up to him Saturday, I wondered if the down-home friendliness could be a real thing.

It is.

Blueberries on the Buffalo

“We tell the kids, ‘If it holds on tight, it’s not yet ripe!'” Dan says to the group of us, before sending us out into the field. He’s already let us into his own home to use the restroom and then gathered up white one-gallon buckets, distributing one to each person, and now he’s giving us a tutorial/pep talk about picking berries at their prime. The Eisers grow four different cultivars of rabbiteye blueberries (chosen for being more resistant to drought as well as Japanese beetles), and each variety is marked by a designated color of fabric tied to a post at the end of a row. Dan tells us which types are the sweetest and which rows have the most unpicked, ripe berries left. “Remember, you want to take the berry between your thumb and forefinger and roll it right off,” he tells us about picking. “The ripe ones will be blue and sweeter. Taste as many as you like!”

Blueberries on the Buffalo

At various moments in the hour or two we spend in the rows of berries, Dan or Debbie pops up, chatting with us about the farm and about what goes into caring for the bushes. “We knock the June bugs out into hot, soapy water,” they tell us, explaining how they’ve already knocked hundreds off the blackberry bushes, which aren’t yet ready to be picked this year. When one of us marvels at all the work that goes into the fields, Dan nods and laughs. “You’ve got to be crazy to do this!”

Blueberries on the Buffalo

I ask Dan why they do it. Why farm blueberries? Why open your fields up to customers? What’s in it for you? At this point in our lives in Nashville, Tim and I know enough hard-working farmers to know about farming as business and farming as a social movement and farming to become somebody well-known. But to Dan, it’s all about the pleasures of a job well done, of seeing your work pay off, of watching the beauty of blueberry bushes thriving on your land. Also, maybe more than that, it’s about the people.

And you don’t have to spend much time with Dan at all to see, he means it.

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My friend Christina is with us—she’d visited last month with her husband, Zach, and written an article for Bearings describing the experience—and Dan remembers and hugs her when he sees her. He asks each of us where we’re originally from, and I find out he and I share Chicago roots. At one point, out amongst the rows of blueberries, he and Christina on one side of the bushes, Tim and I on the other, he gets so wrapped up talking to us, he starts picking berries with us, throwing the extras in our bins.

Blueberries on the Buffalo

We’re amongst the blueberries for quite a while, walking the rows, crouching down beneath bushes, gently pushing back branches to reveal thick clusters ready to be picked. When we finish, we’re hot and sweaty and tired. Dan lets us feed one of the catfish pools; he walks us through his garden; then, he sends us home with clippings from his herb bushes and three beautiful zinnia bouquets. Standing by the trunk of our car with us, carrying some of the extra bags of blueberries, he sees we need ice for the trip home, and he rushes off to his house to grab some.

Blueberries on the Buffalo

The drive home is quieter than the one there. It’s been a full day, and our heads are busy with berry bushes and kindness and the good side of small-town life. When we return home that night, our friends leave, and we shower, and we survey the fat bags of blueberries now stocking our fridge. I tell Tim about a blueberry buckle I used to like in my college dining hall, and while I assemble ingredients, he runs out to grab butter from the store.

Whole-Grain Streusel-Topped Blueberry Buckle

Taking a version I see on A Family Feast and adapting it with coconut sugar, coconut oil, einkorn flour, and kefir, I bake an eight-by-eight-inch pan of the softest, spongiest, most berry-stained blueberry coffee cake I’ve ever seen. Using the alternate ingredients makes the streusel topping darker and more caramelized, and using Dan’s fresh blueberries makes the filling explode with bursts of deep indigo.

Whole-Grain Streusel-Topped Blueberry Buckle

We scoop hefty slices onto plates, steamy and sweet, and each eat one; then, another; then one more.

Whole-Grain Streusel-Topped Blueberry Buckle

Sunday morning, I’m telling a friend about the experience—and that’s the right word for it: experience—and how I was so amazed by the open-handed generosity we received. Dan and Debbie treated us like trusted friends; and, in our afternoon there, we saw them treat everyone that way. Dan told me, on our phone chat on the Fourth of July, that they’ve had offers from happy customers to buy out their stock each year; this means that they could, in effect, farm the bushes and have a predetermined, ready sale on hand. But they always turn those offers down. They’re not growing blueberries to be rich; like those who pursue the creation of so many other works of art, they’re in it for greater rewards.

Whole Grain, Streusel-Topped Blueberry Buckle
Adapted from A Family Feast
Makes 9 to 12 servings

In adapting this recipe, we swapped out many of the ingredients for more nutritional options, like sugar still attached to its minerals and unrefined flour that’s never been hybridized. What resulted was different from the original recipe, but, like Blueberries on the Buffalo Farm, it was so, so good.

for the cake:
3/4 cup coconut sugar
1/4 cup coconut oil, softened to room temperature but not melted
1 large egg
1/4 cup water
1/2 cup plain full-fat kefir
2 cups einkorn flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 cups fresh blueberries (frozen could also work)

for the topping
1/2 cup coconut sugar
1/3 cup einkorn flour
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 cup cold butter, cubed

Preheat the oven to 375F. Butter and flour an 8X8 square pan and set it aside.

In a large bowl, cream 3/4 cup coconut sugar with 1/4 cup coconut oil. Add the egg and blend. Add the water and kefir, and blend.

In a separate bowl, mix einkorn flour, baking powder, and salt. Add this dry mixture to the large bowl of wet ingredients, and mix until well combined. Fold in the blueberries.

Spread the blueberry batter into the prepared pan, and spread evenly.

In a small bowl, combine the topping ingredients (coconut sugar, einkorn flour, cinnamon, and cubed butter). Sprinkle these toppings all over the pan of blueberry batter.

Bake buckle for 45 minutes, until a toothpick inserted into the cake mixture comes out clean.

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About Shanna Mallon

Shanna Mallon is a freelance writer who holds an MA in writing from DePaul University. Her work has been featured in a variety of media outlets, including The Kitchn, Better Homes & Gardens, Taste of Home, Houzz.com, Foodista, Entrepreneur, and Ragan PR. In 2014, she co-authored The Einkorn Cookbook with her husband, Tim. Today, you can find her digging into food topics and celebrating the everyday grace of eating on her blog, Go Eat Your Bread with Joy. Shanna lives in Nashville, Tennessee, with Tim and their two small kids.

40 thoughts on “Whole Grain, Streusel-Topped Blueberry Buckle”

  1. Oh my gosh Shanna, these photos! I especially love the first one and sixth one down, of Tim picking the berries. I keep coming back to those.

    It’s always so heartwarming to meet such friendly people who are passionate about what they do, and who just want to share that passion with others. And blueberries! I can’t get enough of them this time of year. We planted a couple of blueberry bushes this year but they don’t have any fruit yet … hopefully next year.

    • You planted blueberry bushes!! Jacqui! That’s so exciting! According to Dan, it can take one or two years of no fruit before you start reaping benefits, but I am SO EXCITED for what’s ahead for you! You’re such a gardener, and I love it slash want to be like you.

  2. I’m going to echo Jacqui here–wow! What incredible photos!!

    Reading about Dan and this farm is making me want to jump in my car right now and drive the 10 or so hours from Charlottesville to Nashville. I know I could pick berries around here, but this farm sounds so incredible…maybe one day I’ll have the chance to visit. Thank you for sharing your stories of this incredible experience.

    • I know just what you mean, Lindsey. What Dan and Debbie have going is definitely something special, and that’s why I was so impressed. Wish Charlottesville were a little closer!

  3. gorgeous, gorgeous post! Loved the opening picture of Tim plucking blueberries in the distance… and especially loved how you used the conversation with Dan (who feels like someone I already know) to bring us to the farm with you guys! 🙂

  4. I love that guy and I don’t even know him! What a wonderful story about this sweet couple and their farm. I also love that you finished off the buckle in two days : ) This is exactly the reason why I can only bake every so often. (Mine would have been gone on day one!) Loved these words and your photos. So much.

    • Thanks, friend. This whole really did make me think of you and how much you (and your boys!) would have loved Dan and Debbie. Someday! Let’s blueberry pick together! I dream!

  5. What a lovely description of your U-Pick experience. I get my summer fruit almost exclusively via U-Pick farms. It takes a lot of time, but I love spending time out in the fields (and it is cheaper per pound of fruit this way, too). I usually go with friends, but I went blueberry picking by myself this morning, and loved the calm and quiet, too.

    Can’t wait to try the buckle!

    • That’s cool, Julie. I love seeing firsthand where the fruit comes from, eating it right off the bush. Gives me so much respect for the work that goes into it.

  6. What a lovely tribute to the family farm, Shanna. Sometimes I truly think you can taste the difference when there is so much love and consideration put into a place like this. I miss blueberry picking – it’s one of my favorite things about summer when I’m in the US!

    • Me too, Jess. And the blueberries were also super high quality, sweeter and plumper than what I’m used to. Amazing!

    • I wish I had memories like those! I went apple-picking once in high school, but all other fresh-from-the-farm experience came as an adult. I missed out for sure… so will be making up for it, ha. : )

  7. We have a blueberry farm right behind our house (Golden Bell), and the kids work the desk. Every year it’s open at this time two mornings a week for picking and has become a tradition with the boys, and a following of several blueberry recipes. I never took the time to think that they could possibly sell out everything but this family also chooses to have it remain a picking farm and I’m so glad. Dan sounds like he’s found what makes him happy in life, and your recipe looks very interesting and delicious.

  8. Shannon, this is such a lovely post! I used to pick blueberries in this brambly field in Iowa. There were tons of mosquitoes and we got to wear little plastic milk jugs belted to our waists to put the berries. Now that I live in Michigan, home to some of the tastiest blueberries in America, I feel the need to go berry picking once again–mosquitoes and all! Thank you for sharing and for this amazing recipe–can’t wait to try it! I found you through Eat This Poem and am excited to read more!

    • Haha! Happens all the time. : ) Thanks so much for the comment, Amy. Glad Eat This Poem sent you over (love Nicole!) and glad you share our blueberry love. Definitely go again!

  9. I just picked a gallon of my mother-in-law’s blueberries and I was looking for something to do with them (other than eating handfuls of them like popcorn) and this looks just perfect! Thank you…

  10. I loved your article. Dan sends out an e-mail to his friends “Tales from Tennessee”. He and Debbie are wonderful people. Since they moved to the Lawrence County community they have touched many people’s lives. They are so involved and caring. We love them. They bake during the off season and he keeps us up to date with pictures and entertaining stories.

  11. Gorgeous pictures! Definitely your Streusel Topped Blueberry Buckle is awesomeness! This is a great recipe, as you know I made it a short while ago and it was lovely, in fact have made it again since. Thanks for sharing!


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