I picked blueberries for 3 hours in the woods behind my cottage in Grayling, Michigan. The berries, actually called "huckleberries" (I'll be your huckleberry - Val Kilmer), are real tiny. If you have a case of OCD, consider yourself gifted on the days you pick the berries. I'm not kidding. You could pick for days on this property. I normally can begin the last week of June, but this year they took their time and didn't look ready until the third week of July.
I had so many options for what to do with all these berries. I've done this before and made jam, pancakes, muffins, and of course ate them out of hand. But this year I made a giant blueberry pie. I used a sturdy sweet dough. This pie is heavy. It took nine cups or so of blueberries. I took it to a "Christmas in July" party and it went over well. The little that was left was enjoyed as breakfast, I'm told, by our friends Mona and J.P. in Grayling. He is now back in Iraq, only home for a short time to attend a funeral. I was honored to feed them.
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