So they get all kinds of excited about picking, with much, much chatter about what bucket they’re going to take or how many berries they’ll eat for each one they actually put in the bucket. And when we get out to the bushes to pick, it’s always hot, no matter how early we start, because, hey, blueberries happen in summer, and we live in a very hot place. So the kids lose interest after about seven minutes. They’ll plop down on the ground and just start shoving (literally) handfuls of berries in their mouths and complain about the heat and tell me they just want me to make them a pie.
But despite all that, I know (maybe I just hope) that they’re learning something valuable, whether they know it or not—that food doesn’t just magically appear in boxes or cartons on grocery store shelves, that people actually grow or raise food, people have to harvest it, and that no food is better than that pulled right off the branch or vine or plucked from the water. And that anything blueberry “flavored” can’t hold a candle to the real thing.
If you find yourself blueberry-rich, too, try some of these great recipes:
Blueberry and Blackberry Galette with Cornmeal Crust