As I drove home from church on Sunday, I made up my mind to stop at one of the local farm stands to buy blueberries. 'Tis the season, you know.
I pulled over at the first one I saw, and opened the cooler, which sat atop an old horse-drawn cart. Four soggy quarts of blueberries awaited, but I was not swayed! I bought one and brought it home, rounding corners very carefully so that I wouldn't spill. Success!
There were two rather ripe bananas on the counter, so banana blueberry bread ensued. Next, blueberry rhubarb pie! Delicious.
I love summer.