picking blueberries

Never picked blueberries in my life until now. And I've done it twice in a matter of weeks.

What four words would best describe this organic blueberry farm?

cool, delicious, random, & wow

It's about 45 minutes outside Wellington in a very out-of-the-way picturesque setting. Cool. Owned by an American family with a Mexican mother who comes out for the summer each year to cook authentic Mexican food in a little makeshift cafe. Delicious.

For a country with a tiny Mexican population where Mexican food is very hard to come by, this is so random. Both times I went, the place was primarily populated by Americans jonesing for Mexican food. Go figure.

Oh and they have a swimming hole and the most delicious blueberry ice cream. Jeremy and I shared a giant American-style brownie with ice cream and blueberry sauce. Wow.

So Sunday I baked blueberry chocolate chip muffins for the freezer and my first ever blueberry pie.

"More Hausfrau" as Jeremy once said. I guess I'm nesting! Again, it's all about the food.

Only about an hour or so until I can have a piece of pie...