Kaplink, Kaplank, Kaplunk....
There was not just one, but two sessions of blueberry picking for me and the many little hands that came along this weekend. Oddly, though, at the end of each day, it was only Mama and Papa who had anything left in their baskets. Hmn...a mystery.
{Locals in search of a no-spray pick-your-own farm, we always visit the lovely Mr. and Mr. Rivard (who remind me so fondly of my grandparents) at Rivard's Farm in Springvale (no website, but you can call 207.324.5526) Hurry - the season's almost over!}
And now, almost 40 pounds later, we move onto the making - lots and lots of frozen berries, lots and lots of blueberry jam, blueberry ice cream, blueberry pie, blueberry buttermilk cake, blueberry banana bread, blueberry Huckle Buckle (from Good to the Grain), blueberries in our milk for breakfast, and blueberries with goat cheese and carmelized onions on our grilled pizza last night (YUM!)...and surely some other treats too (not to mention more than a few readings of Blueberries for Sal and Peter in Blueberry Land).
Oh, it's such a tasty time of year!
