Plum Puddin’
This morning my mother phoned and told me that there was a blueberry u-pick just down the road from her place, did I want to go? I love blueberries, so I said yes. Little did I know that a blueberry u-pick is nothing at all like a strawberry u-pick. Strawberry u-pick? You go into a field with nice neat rows, plants planted by a farmer, soft earth to sit on if you feel like sitting.
Here is what happened at the blueberry u-pick. We stopped on at the U Pick entrance. The guy who owned the U-Pick loaded my mother and I and three other old people into a cart on the back of his four-wheeler (something like this… his cart was bigger though) then drove us down a dirt track through the woods for about 4 or 5 miles. It was bumpy and my mom had a really hard time climbing into the cart, because she is old and has arthritis in both her hips and legs. Eventually, he stopped at a clearing in the woods. “Here we are!” he said. I helped my mother to climb down from the cart, and off he went. “I’ll be back in a while”.
There we were, abandoned in the middle of the forest, crawling around on our hands and knees looking for tiny berries under ferns and in the moss. We did this for about an hour, and the guy came back. None too soon – one of the other old ladies had forgotten a bottle of water or hat and was looking pretty peaked.
I am now the proud owner of two big buckets full of blueberries. Rob and I spent about an hour cleaning the contents of one of the buckets (I am a bad blueberry picker and got a lot of leaves and twigs in there) when I got home, and those are in the freezer. The rest we will have to clean sometime (tomorrow maybe) and I will use for baking. Or just eating. Because I could eat handfuls of them and be happy with that. Yay blueberries!
August 25th, 2008 saat: 2:28 pm
I’m not fond of blueberries. Oh, I’ll eat them in a pie, to be sure, but other than that… not so much.