I don't think that you need three guesses to figure out what I am making right now with these beauties.
Usually my Mom is Queen blueberry picker. My SD ties her canoe to the zodiac and tows her down to one of the island and she spends several hours paddling around the perimeter of the island picking the berries that overhang the lake into a giant coffee can. She did have 7 or 8 cups in the freezer for his pie when he comes up this weekend, but since I arrived in a deluge of water, I bought these raked low bush blueberries at a local farm stand. It took about 30 minutes to clean out all the bits of stem and leaves and mushed berries, but now they look gorgeous, not too mention my lovely blue fingertips.
I am back home now with tales to tell of a fabulous farmer's market in downtown Waterville ME, a case of my favourite wine from Riverside Cafe in Winslow ME and a fabulous new butcher shop in Topsham ME.
Right now though I am waiting for the smells in the oven to waft my way, cocktails will be made after a shower and I'll start dinner in awhile. I love Saturday nights in the summer don't you?
He: Halibut steak dredged in seasoned flour, quick fried on each side for colour and finished in the oven with mushy peas, there is no accounting for taste - I tried to tempt him with corn on the cob or cucumber salad or something summery....nuh uh, Brit through and through that one. Can opener please!
She: That scallop salad again with the fresh dug fingerlings I picked up at the farmer's market and diver scallops from Captain Marden's.