I woke Saturday morning to rain, which threatened to derail my blueberry picking adventure. I called the pick-your-own berry farm that I had carefully selected due to the quality of their website, because that's how everyone picks a berry farm, right? Based on web design? They assured me that they would be opening at 9:30am, later than usual, but that picking would for sure be happening.
The rain quit around 9 and the sun came out. Mama picked me up and we headed about 20 minutes south into farm country, down back roads and between fields to a giant wooden sign shaped like a Strawberry in the middle of nowhere. There was not a soul in sight.
I called the berry farm again. "Hi. We're sitting in front of the giant strawberry at the address on your website and there's no one here?"
"I'm so sorry!" the woman on the phone explaned, "Right after you called the first time, the berry people decided not to open for picking today."
So I GPS'd my backup berry farm, because I had one of those picked out too, and we hauled off westward another 20 minutes even further into Southern York County.
We arrived to find Blueberry Hill pick-your-own berry farm very much open and staffed by a gaggle of teenage boys with fluorescent orange wands directing traffic (there was no traffic). We let one wave us into the office parking lot, had our buckets weighed, and hopped back in the car and the next little Beiber waved us around to the back of the berry field, where several more ushered us into another parking spot and directed us where to pick.
We spent maybe an hour, surrounded by other happy berry pickers, picking fat, delicious blueberries off bushes so full that they rained fruit when shaken.
We'd brought two 5-gallon buckets and we filled each about half full. We had absolutely no idea what a pound of blueberries was supposed to look like, but that seemed like a good place to stop. We drove our buckets back up to the office to have them weighed again.
19 pounds. That's what 19 pounds of blueberries look like. At $3 per pound.
I bought $57 of friggin' blueberries.
So hey! If ever you're in a blueberry-picking way, may I recommend to you a tupperware container or perhaps an ice cream bucket? Because holy crap.
These are some recipes that I plan to try with my bounty:
- Blueberry Jam
- Magical Blueberry Vanilla Chia Seed Jam
- Blueberry Quinoa Parfait
- Mom's Blueberry Pie
- Blueberry Syrup
Any blueberries left over will be either frozen for later use or frantically shoved into my mouth by the fistful. It's anyone's guess, really.
(30 Before 30 is a list of 30 new things that I want to accomplish before my 30th birthday.)