blueberry picking

So… I’m a Maine gal now. I may not eat lobster, or pepper my conversations with ‘ayuh’, but I do love a good blueberry. I’ve never really been able to resist. Place a newly purchased container in front of me and it’s guaranteed to be gone within the hour. This can get pricey if purchasing your blueberries at the grocery store. I’m sure we’ve all fallen victim to that $4 tiny pack from time to time. The solution? Move to Maine! Go blueberry picking! Get charged under $2/lb.!

My mom and step-dad picked me up at 9:30 on Saturday morning so that we could arrive at the farm on the earlier side (they open at 10am.) It’s a lovely drive down Rte. 114, passing Sebago lake, little rays of sunshine leaking through the trees. After arriving at the farm, we checked in (read: said hello to the owner), grabbed a few pails, and set off down one of the long  rows of high bush blueberries. There were loads of them. I suddenly felt closer to Sal from my favorite childhood read. I had to make sure that more berries were dropping in my pail than in my belly. Though I didn’t run into any mama bears, I did leave with over 5lbs of berries and an ear to ear grin. Bliss. I’m thinking J won’t mind a breakfast of blueberry pancakes followed by grilled berries over vanilla ice cream (thank you Stu!) followed by muffins or scones… I’m pretty sure I won’t mind either;).

Crabtree’s Pick-Your-Own Highbush Blueberries

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Comments

  1. And blueberry pie, me oh my!

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