Adelaide was a blueberry picking machine. She stuck by Grandma the entire time, picked only the blue ones and served as excellent quality control making sure stems did not find their way into the bucket.
Ethan picked about two cups. He didn't whine, complain or tromp down a blueberry bush so I was completely satisfied with his contribution. I think his favorite part may have been the ride on a little bus from the farm to the patch and back. That and being with his friends.
As for me, I'm thrilled to have 7 bags of blueberries in my freezer at $1.60 a pound! I don't mean to keep rubbing that in, Mom (he he). Hopefully the blueberry muffins Adelaide made today will help ease Grandma's burden of going back to Utah's berry prices. We're going to miss her!
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Too bad you readers can't taste the muffins! They were yummy! Definitely worth all the berry picking! :-)
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, blueberries.
okay, now I have a hankering for blueberry muffins. Luckily, I get to hopefully enjoy some of your baking expertise while you are in Utah next month.
Any chance I can talk you into making some scrumptious cinnamon rolls again? I'll make my famous chocolate chip cookies in exchange (sorry the amount of time is totally unequal, but it's all I have to offer)
You shouldn't rub it in for us either! That sounds like so much fun!!!
Yummy! I'm jealous! That looks like so much fun, we picked huckleberries at Brian's parents, they were yucky I thought. This looks much tastier!
My cupboard has two blueberry Betty Crockers mixes in it right now, somehow I don't think they would taste as delicious as fresh blueberry muffins. Thanks for starting a "craving session" for us pregos.
If you eat enough blueberries, you get blackish purplish poop. It is pretty entertaining.
AMANDA!!! Good grief!!!
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