I now have blue finger tips

Early this morning, especially for a Saturday, a friend picked me up and we made our way to a blueberry field.  I've grown up blueberry picking, in the woods, with my mother.  We'd sit in the moss and pick little wild blueberries.  What I did today was nothing like that.  I had heard about blueberry farms, but had never been at one. 

We made our way to Lachenaie, about thirty minutes from Montréal.  When we got there, at about 9am, there was only two other people in the field.  We picked these babies for two hours, to fill a 4L basket full.  To fill my basket it took me over two hours, non stop.  By the time my basket was full, the sun was in full bloom and I was sweating bullets.  Granted it might have taken me a little longer because I ate a few.  I had to see (or rather taste) if they were as good as they looked!

I had never seen so many at one time.  It was quite a pleasant outing, even despite the heat, bugs, etc. to sit down ona little stool and simply pick these babies off the branches.  Some were as big a thumb nail, and sweeeet!

We were lucky in our timing, since the farmer told us it was his last weekend to be opened for public picking.  I would have hate to have missed out on this.  I salivate just thinking of the muffins, cookies, etc. I'll be making with these.  While at the farm I also bought some fresh raspberries, strawberries (so darn sweet, it's unreal), some fresh corn and some honey. I just love this time of year!  It's so yummy!

Since I've been home, for the last hour or so, I've washed them, to get rid of the dirt and little bugs I might of brought home, and some are already drying on a dish cloth.  Guess what we'll be having for dessert tonight!