All the years I've been going to the U.P. I've never been there when the wild blueberries were ripe. Imagine my delight as we're walking through the woods to our newly discovered beach and I spy these growing literally everywhere. I picked and picked (and ate and ate) and then I picked more because we couldn't stop eating them
From this......
to this! Delicious!
Now this winter every savory bite of my jam is going to launch me into daydreams about this trip. That will be a great winter treat.
I'm wondering how wild Lake Superior blueberries compare to wild Maine blueberries.....oooh, road trip! Actually, I used the SureGel recipe so I'm willing to make a trade for a jar of Maine blueberry jam if anyone is interested. You know, just to find out.
I found you from a comment you had left at "beauty that moves".
ReplyDeleteI just had to say hello to a Michigan blogger. I grew up in Cadillac. I'm now living in Georgia wishing to move back to Traverse City. Your photo's make me home sick-but in a good way. I'll be visiting your blog often.
Best wishes, Barbara