Sneaking a berry
I must admit as a kid I was not a real blueberry lover, but as I have gotten older I have definitely acquired the taste for them. Ditto my daughter and granddaughter also love them. We got up early and ventured just a few miles south of home, grabbed our buckets and started picking. I had no real idea how many we would pick since it was our first time and we were not sure how long we would be at the farm I knew that we wanted to have enough to at least freeze some and make blueberry pancakes and muffins.
The process of cleaning and drying went pretty quickly and ten Ziplock bags later (roughly a little under 5 lbs worth) we are set. We probably would have had more but unfortunately they were so enticing to my granddaughter Hadleigh she put more in her mouth than in the communal buckets for home. We threatened to have her weighed when we finished.
It was a great first experience and I am sure we will keep it in mind for next year. One to factor in a little longer time to pick more berries, and a little less taste testing.
