Aaron and I spent a recent Monday evening at a pick-your-own blueberry farm close to one of the library branches out in the country. What fun! The owners also raise bees, so it was really nice to watch the sun move while bees lazily and drunkenly gorged themselves on overripe berries.
I love blueberries. I think they might be my favorite berry. They keep well. They're not as fragile as most berries. Maybe I like them because of my history with them. They remind me of childhood.
I love going to pick-your-own spots. I don't know why. There is something way more enjoyable about getting 11 lbs. of fruit that you've picked yourself instead of buying it from someone who did the picking for you. Again, it's that closer-to-your-food thing.
We've been eating blueberries many ways, and freezing them for winter, as well. We've been eating them by themselves, with yogurt, in delicious muffins, and in a blueberry buckle (coffee cake meets cobbler), which is what Aaron made last night. He followed Alton Brown's recipe, here, except we used AP and Wheat flours instead of cake flour and it turned out dense and wonderful.
3 comments:
I have the same thing with raspberries. Of course, you know how much I love raspberry pie and I remember going out to pick them all the time and picking them from the bushes next to the old garage. MMMMMMMMMM!!!
They also help fight cancer!
Also, I went down to make a comment here and read "last year most of our tomatos were stolen. By Humans."
The office is now aware i'm not doing work.
Delish. I shouldn't read your blog when I'm hungry.
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