Since my semi-successful blueberry muffin attempt last week, I've been craving blueberries like whoa! I bought a pint of blueberries and had leftovers... but I don't eat fresh blueberries. Weird, right? I like blueberry muffins, blueberry pancakes, blueberry waffles, blueberry Nutrigrain bars... just not plain blueberries. Well, with all the leftovers, I had no choice but to eat them. And I liked it!
So, with my newfound love for fresh blueberries, I decided to go blueberry picking with my mom yesterday. She laughed when I told her I wanted to pick blueberries instead of shop. I'd never had the desire to pick blueberries, because I didn't like them. So, it was off to Rose's Berry Farm in Glastonbury! We rode in a cute shuttle to designated rows of blueberry bushes. We wound up with 2.5 lbs. of blueberries, about 1/3 of which I had picked myself.
Mom: Look at all my blueberries! Why did you pick so few?
Me: Well, I only wanted to pick the ones that were perfect.
Mom: That sounds familiar.
Me: Huh?
Mom: Nothing, you're just picky with a lot of things. Maybe that's why you're still single.
Me: I love you, too, Mom.
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| Picking the perfect blueberries |
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| Mom |
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| My mom's bag vs. mine |
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