When I left Oklahoma, my blackberry bush was exploding with fruit. I was bringing in handfuls every day and there was no end in sight. It was so hard to leave that behind, truly. But here in Portland, the blackberry bushes find you everywhere. They're on the edge of every trail, and even on the streets of downtown. The wild blackberries haven't quite ripened yet but they're almost there. These photos are of the single bush that I had in the backyard in Oklahoma.
Even though we had handfuls every couple of days, we managed to eat them all and have nothing left over.
The blueberries here in Oregon, however, are phenomenal and already going out of season. The French word bleuets is used only for North American blueberries. Apparently they use myrtilles for the European version of the blueberry, the bilberry, of the same genus. (Thank you wikipedia.) I just appreciate knowing that North American blueberries are unequaled in the world.
Last week we went with some new friends to Hoffman Farms only 30 minutes from where we live.
The Imp clearly saw no need to help me pick blueberries. Instead he chased his new friends around the blueberry bushes.
these blueberries were sooo big!!
This little friend of ours is seriously the cutest towhead. And we did eventually (and very slowly) fill up that big white bucket with blueberries. We gobbled handfuls but still had plenty to freeze and store.
And guess what? Frozen blueberries are our new favorite snack!
I read online that you should freeze them on a single layer on a baking sheet so that they freeze quickly. If you freeze them in a bag, the freezing process occurs more slowly and the expanding water crystals will ruin the structure of the fruit. We tried freezing our blueberries on a baking sheet and now they are individually frozen; it is so easy to grab a handful in the morning for a bowl of cereal or a mid-day snack. We are in serious blueberry love!