Last Wednesday we went blueberry picking at a little farm near where Jason grew up.
Simone loved eating the blueberries (many of them still unripe!) straight from the bushes.
And I loved the southern Indiana scenery. If you’ve never been to Kentuckiana in the summer, you’re missing out on some serious gorgeousness.
We picked slightly over 5 pounds of blueberries and paid $11.50 or so for them. They were actually only $2/lb, but we paid a couple extra dollars to account for all of the berries Simone ate and mutilated along the way.
I used a bunch of them to make a batch of blueberry jam.
There’s nothing like blueberry jam. And I’m starting to get pretty good at canning. I don’t make enormous messes so much anymore and I’ve gotten a lot faster.
We used the rest of the blueberries for shortcake and just for eating by the handful. I’d hoped to pick more berries than we did, but a certain little girl was up for a few hours in the middle of the night and we all slept in a little. By the time we got to the farm, most of the easily-accessible berries had been picked. Oh well.
I’m hoping to go blueberry picking every year. We had a lot of fun, and $2/lb for pick-your-own berries certainly beats $8/quart at the farmers’ market. Eek!