Monday, June 30, 2014


It's summer, and that means my annual trip to Moorhead's Blueberry Farm. I love blueberries, but I also get a charge out of picking them myself, and it's a LOT cheaper. There's also the entertainment value.  Blueberry bushes are quite tall and bushy, so you can't really see anyone more than 10 feet away, so there's a tendency to forget that there are other people around you, which makes for great eavesdropping.  The topics of conversation are broader than one might expect from a bunch of people picking fruit.

"Mommy! Look! Look, Mommy! I picked the biggest blueberry in the WORLD!"

The berries are huge this year
Ethics/Death Penalty:
"I asked him why he killed the grasshopper and he said it was because the grasshopper had killed the lovebugs, and the lovebugs hadn't done anything to him."

The woman in the row behind me accidentally dropped a handful of berries down her shirt. There was a pause and then her friend said: "Well, now you have a snack for later."

I spent about an hour picking, and I gathered almost 9 pounds of fruit. The berries are huge this year. And sweet too. There are a ton of blueberry recipes out there: pancakes, pies, jam, muffins, smoothies, even wine (if you're feeling like a challenge) but honestly, that's too much work.  It's summer, it's hot, and there is nothing better than having a big bowl of blueberries in the fridge. I've been eating my almost 9 pounds plain. They are very nice tossed into a salad, or on top of some plain yogurt for breakfast, or even just grabbing the occasional handful when I get the munchies. Why gild the lily?

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