I woke the girls early this morning, met a friend at the coffee shop for some to-go treats and then we hit the berry patch. The only blueberry picking I had done before was in Alaska on our honeymoon and those little gems were wild and everywhere in Denali National Park. This experience was entirely different and so fun. No bending over like with strawberries and no thorns like with raspberries. The sun was shining and the temperature was in the low 70's. Indeed, it was a glorious morning. As soon as the first berries fell into my bucket, the girls said the plink sound reminded them of Blueberries for Sal, one of our favorite storybooks. I love that book! I wish I could say that I was planning on canning these like Sal's mother. I'll probably bake batch of muffins or scones, or maybe a coffee cake and the remaining majority of the 17 pounds will be frozen for Fatty, who likes a handful in his cereal every morning.
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