I think I’m obsessed.
You know how when you’re reading a really, really, as in really, good book and you just dread the thought of ever having to put it down. Dreading the thought of ever seeing it end??
That’s me. With blueberries. Yes, I am totally, helplessly (over the top) obsessed.
I have already been blueberry picking for a total of five times this season, and I still can’t get enough. My freezer is packed full of the plump little bites of blue, but I’m so greedy. I just want more and more.
I wish I could tell you that I’ve been at least putting all of this picking (and…ahem…money) to good use, but honestly?
I haven’t baked a thing with them. Nothing. Not even blueberry pancakes have yet made an appearance. Instead, I’ve been eating them by the cupfuls. Fistfuls! With yogurt and cereal and oatmeal and smoothies. In fact, I almost can’t bear the thought of turning them into any sort of baked good, which is just ridiculous and completely unheard of.
So there you have it. Now you know what I’ve been up to. Gorging myself on every last bit and bite of fresh, local produce because I just can’t get enough. Maybe—perhaps—despite my knowing that this is never going to actually happen, I’m believing that I have some influence on preventing summer from leaving. Some influence on stopping summer in its tracks. Some influence on making sure that the juicy, plump berries stick around for the long haul.
Because I really would like to see summer hang around for just a while longer. I’d hate to see it end.
QUESTION: What is your current seasonal obsession?