Blueberry Picking

Two weeks ago we went blueberry picking with several friends. It was fun but also insanely hot. I laughed to myself imagining farm workers today or slaves back in history laughing at us city folk who pay for the privilege of working in the fields! Anyway, I always love a chance for my kids to see where food comes from. Maggie was a good helper except for that one time when she accidentally dumped out our entire basket. Finn wasn't a good helper at all unless you count eating as many blueberries as he could pick (and believe me, the ones he ate weren't all blue - many were pink or even white, but he didn't seem to mind).Wouldn't it be nice if I had taken a photo where you could actually tell my kids were picking blueberries, rather than just hot and sweaty in a field? Yeah, I thought so, too. I didn't though. I was a little busy wearing my 20-pound baby in the sling, keeping her from eating blueberries, leaves, and whatever else she could grab, keeping Finn from running into the poison-ivy-filled woods, and trying to pick at least a few berries. It was fun but I'll be glad next year that Finn will maybe be old enough to help a little and Carolina will be walking on her own (of course, I'll probably be chasing her everywhere).
I made some really yummy blueberry muffins from this recipe and we made some blueberry pancakes, and then all the rest of them went straight into my family's hungry tummies.