When I was growing up, I had mixed feelings about blueberry picking. There were wild blueberries in the forests around our cabin and most years we went berry picking a few times. Wild blueberry season coincides with the worst of the horse-fly season and generally was paired with the super strong, hot July sun. In addition to that, the area where we picked was also filled with mosquitoes and sometimes wild blackberry bushes with their menacing thorns. Wild blueberry bushes are low to the ground and the berries are very small, which meant you really have to work at it to get any sort of volume.
The upside is that wild blueberries were free and delicious. And, the experience generally involved a big group of family and friends, which meant singing and stories and jokes. Plus, if we picked enough, we got to have pancakes with wild blueberries. Delicious! When you mix all of that together in a pot, I am not totally sure if those were good times or miserable times. I'm going to choose to remember them as good times!
Compared with wild blueberry picking, the type of blueberry picking Jamie and I did today was easy as pie. The berries were big and growing on tall bushes in neat rows. The very kind hosts at Blueberry Fields of Stillwater came around with cups of water for the pickers and had a bathroom on site. Way more amenities than the buggy forest!
The challenge today was the weather. We got there as early as we could and still the full sun was a lot to bear when paired with the 90-some degree temperatures. I picked for 2 hours before I felt like I had to stop. I came away with just over 4 pounds of precious berries. I haven't decided what I will make with my limited quantity, but for now, they are a delicious snack.
For the record, the cool bath I took when I got home was heavenly. I am feeling so grateful for air conditioning! It is currently 99 degrees F here with a feels like temp of 104, which makes our 80 degree house feel like a total luxury.
I'd call myself a maker. More specifically: a knitter, an urban gardener, a food preserver, a cook, a baker, a reader, an aspiring photographer, a budding sewist and an all-around dabbler.
I enjoy using this space to record the things I see, make, eat, and do. My aim is to capture and share with you much of what floats my boat. Chances are you are here because it floats your boat, too!
My husband and co-conspirator on the much linked to Mega Man hat. He is the house expert when it comes to all things with electrical cords/chargers and/or anything that requires configuring. When I first met Paul he was a smoker and a vegetarian. Now he is a non-smoker who enjoys making smoked meat in his BBQ. Paul recently dove headfirst into brewing beer and is quickly acquiring mad brewing skills. If you are really lucky, he will invite you to one of his Meat Meet Supper Club dinners or Beer Release parties.
Cast of Characters: Tchazo
Tchazo, our Weimaraner, was born 3 days before Paul and I had our first date. During our second date, Paul and I egged each other on about getting dogs. Eight weeks later, Tchazo became a part of our lives! At first I thought he was kind of a jerk because he kept punching me in the face (Tchazo, not Paul!) when I tried to be alpha dog. It turns he is a wonderful dog and puppies in general are cute jerks. Tchazo loves life, especially the parts that include eating, smelling, sunbathing, playing and cuddling on the bed. Also, he is smart and, if you come over, he will likely trick you into scratching his butt.
Cast of Characters: Fanny
Fanny is the most recent addition to our family, joining us in 2008. When we met Fanny at a shelter in Boston, we thought she was a small, adult cat. We were wrong. She must have been less than a year old, because when we brought her home and fed her, she kept getting bigger and bigger and fluffier and fluffier. The shelter named her Faneuil after Faneuil Hall, but we changed her name to Fanny. We think it makes for a lot of entertaining variations. I imagine some searchers who end up at my blog are not getting what they hoped for, given what “fanny” is slang for in a few countries. Our Fanny is a polydactyl cat with a fused or “super” claw. She has taught me that it is possible for cats to cackle, which you would be likely to hear if she spots a squirrel while you are here!
Cast of Characters: Jack
I adopted Jack at about the same time Paul bought Tchazo (see previous note about egging each other on), but since Tchazo was young and needed to stay with his mom for a few more weeks, Jack came into our house first. For a while, he HATED Tchazo but they eventually became 24-7 buddies. After nearly 11 years together, we had to put Jack down in May of 2013. Jack was a little crazy in the head, but we learned how to live with it. His favorite things included licking the floor, lying under the couch and gazing at me longingly. Jack was physically incapable of wagging his tail whilst being petted. I like to think it is because he was soaking up the love so intensely that it required his full concentration.