Fresh blueberries are one of my favorite things.  When I was younger, my mom, grandma, sister and I {usually along with some of my aunts} would go wild blueberry picking.  It was quite the process.  We left early in the morning and spend most of the day picking berries.  We’d wear long sleeve shirts, jeans, tennis shoes, be covered in bug spray, and walk deep into the woods.  Our blueberry baskets were gallon ice cream containers fitted with belts to wear at our waists so our hands were free to pick the berries.  I was quite young and usually ended up with the least amount of berries.  The main reason being that I ate most of what should’ve gone in my bucket!  {My tummy usually didn’t end up feeling so good.}  What little happened to make it in my bucket was half blue and half green.  You see, I wasn’t the neatest picker.  I’d grab handfuls and end up with twigs and leaves in my container.  Mine always took the longest to sort through at the end of the day.  And that’s what we would do… we’d sort and bag enough blueberries for the upcoming year. [Read more...]