Now, these are wild highbush blueberries that have been unsullied by human contact for nigh on 20 years. The berries are small-ish. The bushes are tall-ish (as in it would be perfect if I were 8 feet tall). Two of us picked for maybe 1/2 an hour and the booty was something like 2 cups of berries, which doesn't seem like a lot.
But this morning I made blueberry pancakes and boy oh boy were they good! I'm going to make muffins with what's left and then invite myself back to their house to pick more!
There is really nothing comparable to wild blueberries! My family has had a summer place on Georgian Bay in Ontario since my grandmother was a girl, and the island is *covered* with wild blueberries! Summer was always filled with blueberry pancakes, blueberry muffins, blueberry pies, etc.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was about 6 my mother had brought home some supermarket blueberries. I tasted one and immediately wanted to know "What's wrong with these blueberries!" They seemed so tasteless compared to the ones I'd been accustomed to!