On Saturday, I traveled with some fellow Rhombulans to an organic farm 1.5 hrs north of Houston to pick blueberries, blackberries and figs. The blackberries weren’t in season (they peaked in May), but we got some excellent, excellent blueberry action. The blueberries were huge, plump, and amazingly sweet right off the tree. I must have eaten an entire pound of blueberries while picking my stash.

When we first arrived at the farm, there was no one to greet us - which was fine, but we weren’t sure if we needed to “check-in,” pay first, etc. Instead, we found a small table under a canopy with some buckets and a sign with some scribbled instructions. $25 for 10lbs of blueberries. That’s a lot of blueberries.

What really struck me was that the farm operated on the honor system - people were welcome to pick the fruit, and leave money behind. And as you can see from the pile of cash shoved underneath the stone, people were indeed following the honor system.

That was a feel-good moment.

 

 

 

In the end, the 5 of us picked two trays of blueberries - totalling about 20lbs.
Here are some of the ‘fruits’ of our labor. Get it? yuk yuk.

So, with my 4lbs of blueberries, I made stacks of blueberry pancakes (with apricot syrup…mmmm) but have otherwise been popping tons and tons of blueberries. I’m also ashamed to admit that I ate my LAST blueberry tonight.

 

On the upside, I’ve gotten more than my share of antioxidants and Vitamin C, and I’ve been VERY regular.