blueberries for mom
It was Saturday. It was 7am. It was Mom's Birthday.
In honor of our mother's birthday, the whole family loaded up on Saturday morning and headed to the patch. We were met there by Aunt Mayrea and dear Rachel.
We were told to pick on one side of the bushes that way the sun wouldn't be in our eyes. Not a problem; it stormed.
Even my brothers weren't tall enough to see over more than one or two rows of blueberry bushes so the morning turned into two hours of commentary and dialogue, all which were uttered knowing full well who was in ear shot and that their mother would have to climb through a few rows of bushes to shush or scold them.
After our picking in the rain mom and dad treated their damp brood to coffee and donuts at Lucky's Donut. Lucky's has the best donuts around (and pad thai). This (the donut comment) is coming from the child of a third generation baker.
Mom's birthday, from the archives, circa 1968.
In honor of our mother's birthday, the whole family loaded up on Saturday morning and headed to the patch. We were met there by Aunt Mayrea and dear Rachel.
We were told to pick on one side of the bushes that way the sun wouldn't be in our eyes. Not a problem; it stormed.
Even my brothers weren't tall enough to see over more than one or two rows of blueberry bushes so the morning turned into two hours of commentary and dialogue, all which were uttered knowing full well who was in ear shot and that their mother would have to climb through a few rows of bushes to shush or scold them.
After our picking in the rain mom and dad treated their damp brood to coffee and donuts at Lucky's Donut. Lucky's has the best donuts around (and pad thai). This (the donut comment) is coming from the child of a third generation baker.
We collectively picked 57 pounds of berries. This well be our stash for the fall, winter and spring.
Blueberries are very popular in our home. I can remember when there were just the four of us kids and we had a massive fight at the dinner table with blueberries all over the walls. Mom wasn't thrilled.
Dad likes blueberries frozen with milk on top.
But most of all we like blueberries baked. Being that it was mom's birthday, dad baker her two celebratory pies. One to be enjoyed the next day as well (making it a birthday weekend).
One silly reason I really like about having all the brothers home this summer is it makes pie cutting so much easier. Slicing a pie eight ways is so much simpler than six or five and a much better portion, just enough to enjoy.
Mmmm.
What a delicious birthday!
Happy birthday Mom.
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