We're visiting my sister in southwest Washington--checking on the job market, among other things--and we are once again enjoying blueberry season with her family.
The season is just ramping up with lot's of unripe berries covering her bushes.
Along with plenty of ripe ones as well.
It's a part of our daily rhythm here to spend a few minutes every day walking down her row of bushes scanning for the pops of blue.
Yep, he can spot the berries, and if we don't pick them fast enough for him he lunges out of our arms to get them himself!
He wolfs them down so quickly I doubt he's chewing them. And he makes sounds that make me think of the tremendous mouthful little bear eats in Blueberries for Sal.
I also feel strange security knowing that If I was to loose little Rory in the woods he could feed himself to stay alive until he was rescued!
But some days we pick colanders full of berries and make all the delicious blueberry things we can think of: blueberry muffins and pancakes, blueberry pie and cobbler, plenty of blueberry jam. And a new one this year--blueberry cream cheese!
(Move over little silver plastic tub--here comes the real deal!)
The homemade blueberry cream cheese my brother-in-law made was a delicious hit, and a perfect match for Jeremy's homemade bagels. (It's true my sister and I both scored in the husband department!)
Blueberries every day.
Can you blame us for wanting to move here?