When I was a very young girl, we lived in a rural area in New Brunswick.  Our house was on a small street with only 8 houses in total.  We were surrounded by woods.  In the woods behind our house, there was a fort that someone had built.  It was half dug in the ground, then built up with logs, and a roof made of pine boughs.  Maybe there was something else in the structure, because I recall standing on the roof all the time and never being afraid to fall in.  We didn't hang out at the fort, but we certainly went there to play when we were permitted to.  Surrounding the fort, and pretty much anywhere you walked in the woods, were wild blueberry plants.  I know most people call them bushes, but they weren't bushes.  They were low to the ground plants.  Maybe halfway to my knee, and I wasn't very big.  My mom would send us out blueberry picking.  I don't recall exactly when blueberry season was, but it was sometime in the summer, when it was really really hot in the woods.  We would head out with out 5 gallon buckets, and we were ok to go home when they were full.  Somehow, we felt like this was fun. It was an adventure, and we had responsibility.  I recall one day coming home, and my mom told me that one of our neighbours who had just had a baby would like to buy my bucket of blueberries.  I went over and she gave me $5 for my pail.  It probably weighed 20 pounds.  I could barely lug it around.  I felt rich with that money.  But I brought it home to my mom.  I'm pretty sure she spent it on groceries for our family.  

My mom would freeze the blueberries in giant bags in the freezer.  She would take some out quite often in the winter and make upside down blueberry cake with it.  We ate so much of it, that blueberries were never on my favourite berry list after that.  

I still have a hard time with cooked blueberries.  They just aren't my favourite thing.  I can't eat blueberry pie.  Maybe if the filling wasn't so sweet?  And blueberry upside down cake...  well, I ate enough of that for a lifetime I think.  Blueberry muffins though...  that's a snack I can always sink my teeth into!  

In the gluten world, there are different textures of muffins.  Some are cakey, some are rubbery, some are fluffy...  I think everyone has their preference as to what type of muffin they enjoy most.  Mine is fluffy and slightly cake like.  But I love a crunchy crust...  

I tested two different flour mixes in making this muffin.  The taste on the initial recipe was good, so I stuck with it and just played with the starch vs grain ratios in the flour.  In the first one, I had white rice, tapioca and potato starch 1:1:1.  I thought maybe that would give me a light and fluffy muffin, but it didn't!  It gave me a rubbery almost elastic texture.  So today, I used the same ingredients but the ratio was 4:1:1.  And the results were much better than I had ever expected.  This is my dream muffin!  The PERFECT blueberry muffin...  assuming you like your muffins the way I do.  

I used PC frozen wild blueberries in these muffins, but feel free to use any fresh or frozen blueberries.