Tom found a new blueberry farm. He's been twice, and since Darcy and Oleg are on Spring Break, he thought it would be a great family outing. One he thought of spur-of-the-moment, pulling us from our beds on a Sunday morning.
Maddy didn't play along. She stayed in bed. It was hot. We didn't get there until a little before eleven. We started off in the blackberries, and I was unimpressed. We have better blackberry bushes at our farm in Indiana--except those come with chiggers. These were mostly picked over. Tom and Oleg ate more than they put in their buckets.
The blueberry bushes were smaller than the ones at the other farm. They, too, were picked over, but we managed to pick six pounds. Tom made a blueberry crumble with half of them. He tweaked my recipe and left out half the amount of sugar. Darcy put it in the category of his spaghetti with melted American cheese--in the trash.
Still, it was fun to be outdoors doing something different. I'm thinking maybe we should plant our own blueberry crop for next year since I have zero pineapples blooming.
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