I’m baaaack. We have been battling the mother of all stomach
virus’s in this house the past week or so. It was bad, very, very bad. First
Lenora, then me and then Grandma JoJo. It just knocks you down, but I am happy
to say I can now leave the house without fear, and that is a good thing, a
very, very good thing.
Summer is in full force here on the sweltering hot muggy
east coast. And when summer rolls around I get food on the brain. I start
plotting what farmers markets and farms I want to visit and what delicious
meals I want to cook.
Delmarva watermelons and tomatoes, it makes me giddy.
So, when the local you pick family owned organic blueberry
patch announced open picking we were on it. You have to strike while the fruit
is ripe so to say, for you never know when a dry spell or too many fruit
stalkers like myself will wipe out the crop.
I think we hauled in 20lbs this year. Lenora had a blast
emptying my berries into her bucket and then into Roberts bucket. There have
been lots of blueberry pancakes for breakfast and lots of bags going into the
freezer. There may be a crumble in my future, perhaps a paleo version, since I
have a stash of almond flour I need to dig into.
Happy summer picking everyone.
