Blueberries!
It's blueberry season! Real blueberries, local wild blueberries, not the huge, tasteless highbush berries trucked in from a thousand miles away.
Peter was kind enough to entertain the Boy while I made a classic blueberry grunt the other day, berries swimming in their own juices, with a bready topping, served warm with whipped cream.
Of course, Peter wouldn't touch it, and the Boy says he doesn't like "boo-berries." Just means more for me.
posted by Desperate Housewife at
8:43 AM
6 Comments:
mmmm...I remember blueberry picking with my grandparents when I was a kid. I don't think I've had blueberry grunt since then either. yum :o)
Oh I'm calling bullshit on that one! Vacation has distorted your memory!
I was already long gone before they were finished and even asked if there would be any left to try the next day.
Where's my lawyer?
Oh yummy! That means more for you! I love blueberries!
Oh yum yum yum!!! I love making blueberry perserves!! Have a great weekend!!
Good stuff, we we're hoping to go out and pick some, hopefully soon.
Those look so delicious.
Darlene, you have to tell DH what you say about blueberries..
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