|Oh, heavenly blueberries!|
This year, for the first time since I left Washington 13 years ago, I found a farm offering u-pick blueberries. As I have mentioned before, my summers growing up were full of fresh berries, and one of the things I have missed dreadfully over the years is berry picking. It is one of the experiences of my childhood that I most wanted to be able to share with Malcolm, and I feared it would only happen on the occasional trip back to Washington.
|Malcolm, with one of his favorite foods|
|Mid-way through the process|
|The second box of the season, Golden Delicious|
|My apple processing workspace.|
|I was mightily proud of this pie. Usually I go for a more rustic (read, easier) sort of pie.|