Recently we have come into a wealth of blueberries. A blueberry mine. A blueberry well. Last March when I was volunteering as a hostess in a hoop skirt during Columbus’ Pilgrimage, one of the owners of one of the antebellum mansions I was working in offered up her twenty-some blueberry bushes for picking in June and July. See, her husband is a lobbyist in DC and the antebellum mansion is kind of their winter home, or vacation home. Can you imagine? Anyway, I have gone out picking with my parents, Caleb’s family, my friends and Caleb over the past couple weeks. The results? See below.
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| The results of picking with the Beckers! |
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| This pie turned out a bit wonky. I’m blaming the foil pan. Still tasted good though. |
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| Picking blueberries with my mom reminded of this beloved children’s classic that we read many times growing up. |
Oh, and we’ve also had blueberry pancakes, blueberry sherbet, and two blueberry cobblers that were not photographed. And many many handfuls of fresh blueberries. Yummy!
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| Aaaand....this is kind of how I’ve felt the past three weeks.... |
What a whole bunch of blueberry yumminess!
ReplyDeleteWe read that book to our girls too. I think they probably all have a copy now for their kids.
ReplyDeleteWow - those look so delicious! Glad your enjoying so many blueberries!
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