Blueberry Picking

This past weekend, we drove out to Bear Mountain Blueberry Farm to pick blueberries with some of our friends. (Lydia stayed home with Mimi and Daddy had to miss out because he was studying for his medical boards.) The boys and I did this two years ago, but both boys were too little to be very into it. This time was awesome: they both picked blueberries for over an hour and a half, and we ended up with a gallon and a half of delicious fresh blueberries! And that is not including all those we ate! Ethan ate more than he put in his bucket, but he still collected a decent pile. Caleb was a trooper: he was in full-focus picking mode the whole time, and every time I suggested that he slow down and eat some, he said, "I'll eat them in the car! I have to fill up my bucket now!" Hilarious. He did eat a ton on the 45-minute car ride home, and all throughout the rest of the day. When we got home, we proudly presented Daddy with a huge bowl of blueberries that he could "eat all right now" if he wanted to. Blueberries are normally an expensive accessory, never a full-course snack around here, so eating all the blueberries we wanted was a special treat for all of us. After that first day, I froze most of what was left to be used in blueberry muffins and blueberry pancakes and eaten with yogurt & granola during the coming weeks and months.