Ryan and I took a trip outside of town at 9 a.m. on Saturday morning to pick some blueberries. We got a little turned around, and when I saw these lovely fellas sitting by the side of the road I made him stop so we could ask them for directions, pet them!, take photos.
I’m such a dopey animal lover. I love that their noses are covered in dirt. Also, hello, baby!
We made it to the farm where we started picking. They were $3.50 a pound. What a steal.
The under-ripe berries had the prettiest colors.
It was a pesticide-free farm, so we had a few little creatures join
I thoroughly inspected each berry before I bit into it.
In the end, we walked out with about 5 lbs of berries. Maybe we went a little overboard. We’ve been eating them like candy and trying to find creative ways to use them. We’re hoping we don’t have to freeze them.
So I made this cobbler.
I used this recipe, which I don’t recommend. It was way too buttery and less crumbly. Later this week I’m making blueberry jam. I also plan to dehydrate some, since dehydrated blueberries are the best. Do you have any suggestions for blueberries?
Wayne made an amazing pie with some of ours. Mmmm
And don’t forget pancakes!