Blueberry Picking

I didn't want to pick more blueberries, really. I was content with all the berries I got from my own three bushes. I snacked on much of it as breakfast and I even froze some to make smoothies. But, this morning, I it struck me that blueberry season was coming to an end in my backyard; therefore, blueberry season was going to come to an end for the season. Thoughts of no more fresh blueberries to be made into jam, to be made into a buckle (a semi-fancy name for a blueberry coffee cake), and just to eat fresh made me very sad. I was really motivated to make blueberry jam (I have yet to make blueberry jam) and a blueberry buckle.

So I called around and ended up at a you-pick-farm near the Twin Cities. The harsh weather storm yesterday didn't harm the berries but it left lots of water on the berries. I picked as best as I could, considering that the farm didn't have a lot of blueberry bushes and there were actually a lot of early morning risers, up to pick berries on a Sunday. Also, many of the bushes were already picked over. I only picked about four-pounds worth of fruit, but it was sufficient to make a small batch of jam, a blueberry buckle, and enough to eat fresh.