Have I mentioned before that I love blueberries? I really love them. They are probably on the expensive end when it comes to fruit, but that is okay. I have a wonderful solution!
Mark's parents have blueberry bushes!
I wish I could take a picture that really showed how wonderful these bushes are. (and how many bushes they have!) These wonderful blueberry bushes greet us as we pull in the driveway. A fresh pint is waiting on the kitchen table every weekend. Mmmm...it is wonderful and they are the most delicious blueberries you could ever imagine. Homegrown and fresh-picked. It exposes you to the truth of what fruit really can taste like!
So, on our most recent visit, Mark and I returned a favor to his parents by spending about 30 minute picking. It was a great time, Mark and I being together in the quiet of the Eastern Shore. Plus, picking fruit is always fun for me and reminds me of picking raspberries in my grandparents back yard when I was a kid. Growing up I loved going strawberry or apple picking at local orchards. Ah, the memories.
Picking blueberries was a first for me, and boy was I excited! Throughout the process, Mark reassured me that if I ever lost my job, I would make a good migrant worker. I pick fast! Mark is an examiner, he closely observes each branch and berry picking only the very best. I go for a method of efficient quantity. Large quantities! In a short while, we picked all of these:
And they are good. We have been hiding them from ourselves as not to eat them all in one swoop. Yummy!