Oh, dear. Somehow, a week has slipped away since my last post. You’ve been there on your side of the computer and I’ve been here on my side, but the space between us—this little site—has been silent. Which is funny, because my real life has been anything but quiet. It’s been a busy (one might call it “crazed” or perhaps even “frantic”) week, but in all the right ways. We spent a long weekend in Minnesota, way up north on Lake Superior, visiting my grandparents. Details and recipes and photos from the trip will be along shortly, but before that, I have news.
On Saturday, we staged the Second Annual Blueberry Picking Contest of the North. This year’s competition was fierce and included the following contenders:
(1) My Mom;
(2) My Sister, Ali;
(3) My Grandpa;
(4) My Stepdad, Ren;
(5) My Grandma;
(6) Kevin; and
(7) Yours Truly.
The contest, due to dive-bombing mosquitos and fierce biting flies, was short-lived. But for 45 minutes or so, we seven fanned out in a burned out section of the northwoods, scanning the ground for wild blueberry bushes and frantically filling our pails with the tiny berries. Back at my grandparents’ house, we measured the results and pronounced a winner. Or, rather, winners: it was a tie!
Today I proudly announce the co-champions of the Second Annual Blueberry Picking Contest of the North: my sister and ME! Can you believe it readers? I half won! I was thrilled (despite the blue-stained hands and arms and legs full of bug bites). Now all that’s left to do is decide what to do with my bounty, which feels a little bit like a stash of precious jewels.
Any suggestions for my haul of wild blueberries, readers?