The kids and I made a quick trip to Tennessee a couple weeks ago to pick fruit in Papa’s orchard. The blueberries and plums were in! Papa and Mama P said we could keep whatever we picked which was pretty good incentive to pick a lot!
Man, there is no tastier blueberry than the one you pick on a hot summer day. They were delicious! I was snacking as I picked and Papa made a joking reference to Hindereth not the oxen that thresheth out the grain… and of course it didn’t come out sounding quite right (how could it?!?) so we were cracking up!
I love blueberry muffins, blueberry pancakes and blueberries on Greek yogurt with a little granola and honey.
After picking blueberries for about 15 minutes, I suspect any rational person would conclude they really should cost more. It’s a tedious job. You have to check each one to see whether it’s truly ripe and then hand pick them one at a time.
As soon as Papa sat down to pick blueberries, Michael decided his legs were tired – uh huh – and went to get a bucket of his own.
I thought it was cute that he wanted to copy Papa.
We weren’t even done picking when this photo was taken but several of the picking crew went to “check on something in the house” and never came back! Ha!
It was stinking hot.
Pears, muscadines and grapes.
The kids ate so much fruit we thought they’d be sick! Leah ate at least a dozen plums and Michael plowed through a couple pears before we ever hit the orchard.