Blueberries. Wonderful fresh blueberries that I picked myself. Some tart, some sweet. All delicious. These pretty much speak for themselves…so what more could I possibly have to say?

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Quote from Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.

We might become blueberries around here if I keep picking them. Thirteen pounds last week. Ten pounds this week. Maybe I’ll pick more next week?

After my single strawberry picking trip in May, I was determined not to miss blueberry season this summer. Clearly I haven’t if I’ve picked twenty-three pounds of blueberries in the last ten days.

The drive out to the local farm to pick the blueberries is a little long but it’s totally worth it in the end. They only charge $1.95 per pound for pick-your-own blueberries…think about how cheap this is compared to grocery store prices for a pint or quart of them.

I rather enjoyed the actual blueberry picking. I went by myself both times, armed with my iPod full of favorite songs. It was relaxing and a little therapeutic to be outside alone for an afternoon filling up my bucket with berries. On the first trip last week, I came to the (very wonderful) realization that I like the person I am now way, way, way more than the person I was five years ago. The me of five years ago sucked. I’m glad I’ve made all the changes I have and am happy with who I’ve become. Need some thinking time? Go pick some blueberries.

If you do go out for blueberries, make sure to slather on the sunscreen. And the insect repellent…I forgot the bug spray the first time and ended up with chiggers up and down my legs.

A lot of the berries were eaten by the handful out of the fridge. Some were given to a coworker so that she could bake a cake for her family. Five and a half quarts were put in the freezer for future baking purposes. Some of them were made into blueberry preserves.

I’m already dreaming up a cake with the preserves as a filling layer. I’m thinking about a lemon cake but I haven’t come up with a frosting flavor yet. Give me some time.

I also baked a pie. I lifted the star motif straight from Martha Stewart’s Baking Handbook.

Today I made a bunch of blueberry peach crisps. If the boyfriend hasn’t eaten all of the fresh blueberries by Sunday, I’ll probably make muffins or something of that sort. And maybe I’ll go back out for more of them next week…it’s hard to resist at $1.95 a pound…the work to pick them is irrelevant.

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