Sunday, June 30, 2013
Picking Blueberries/ Lemonade At The Caboose
On Saturday, I went to Rutledge to visit my Dad. That afternoon, we picked blueberries just down the road at Hard Labor Creek Blueberry Farm. There is a nice article about it which you can read just here! How long did it take? I can't really say, time was suspended for me...there was a beautiful blue sky overhead with fluffy white clouds that blocked the scorching sun. The blueberry trees were quite tall and I wish that Richard could have been with me to reach up high. I didn't have my camera but I can tell you that the blueberries grow in a cluster, reminding you of grapes, and the colors of them! Pale green they are to begin with, and then pale pink, purple and then ripening into that lovely dark blue. (The blueberries are weighed after you pick them...they are $1.65 per pound, way better in price and quality than from the grocery store.)
If I were an artist, I am afraid that I would only want to paint fruit. As it is, if I ever make fruit salad, I always line the little guys up and they sit there and pose for my photo! (Okay, you know I made Richard take this one, right?) This time, I cooked the apples with some strawberries from my freezer (remember that I picked strawberries at the end of May?) and then put some blueberries in the same pot just at the end of the cooking. Very good over vanilla ice cream!
Anybody else remember that I told you about a little cafe in Rutledge that is in a red caboose? It is simply called "The Caboose"! We stopped there after we picked the blueberries and they have fresh lemonade made from real lemons. It sure was good after picking all those blueberries! I picked enough that I have SEVEN quarts of blueberries in my freezer. Blueberry muffins, anyone? Blueberry pancakes? How about some blueberry pie? HA! You get the idea! Just kidding, they keep in the freezer very well and I love to sprinkle a good handful over a fruit salad. Thanks, Daddy, for taking me blueberry picking with you. You are the best! (And you know he picked more than I did!)
Picking blueberries and drinking lemonade...it's a tough life, but somebody's gotta do it!