Considering we live in the land of blueberries, we had to go pick some. We didn’t pick any last summer for some reason, so this was our first time ever. 
(We actually have 5 blueberry bushes that were planted by the previous owners and we’ve been waiting/hoping for our own bumper crop, but after two summers, it is apparent that they don’t just grow on their own without some intervention. Steve did spray to help with the bugs we had last year, but we didn’t water them and we’re in a drought, and they likely need serious pruning. Better luck next year?)
The kids and I picked 11 pounds from a small farm, came home and ate a bunch, baked cobbler (which I failed to photograph and was gone nearly instantaneously), and thought maybe Steve would like to be in on it. So two days later, we went back to the same place after he got 
home from work. This time we picked about 24 pounds, following Steve’s motto of “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing.” (This, by the way, is pretty much the reason anything fun, interesting, exciting, or of epic proportions happens around here. If it were up to me, things would be boring.)
The freezer is now stocked with berries.
With lots of blueberries, comes lots of baking, of course! The aforementioned cobbler, blueberry banana muffins, and crumb bars. Jelly is on the to do list.
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Any favorite blueberry recipes out there?