Warning: details of a juicy (yet sweet) love affair to follow.
It was three years ago when we first met. It was a romantic summer, with the wind rolling gently off the coast. Feasting on fresh lobsters and strolling along coastal towns, we fell passionately in love.
It started frantically on a roadside off ME-27, luring me toward it with one of those old-fashioned wooden hand-painted stands, “$5 a quart.” That’s when I yelled at him to pull over–quickly. The brakes screeched as we narrowly missed the curb and landed in the gravel parking lot.
It was love at first bite, as they say. And second, third, fourth–I couldn’t pop the little pellets into my mouth quickly enough. To heck with washing them, I practically plowed a handful of berries into my mouth at once. Were they sugar-coated? No, they were not a day off the bush.
And that is how my love affair with wild Maine blueberries began. Sloppy and frantic, purple-stained, sweet, and unrelenting.
It’s not that I hadn’t had a blueberry before. I just hadn’t (to my knowledge) encountered fresh-picked Maine blueberries, right from the farm.
Munching on them pure and unadulterated is my preferred method, but sometimes I just want a blueberry pie. Here are some other recipe ideas. The, eh hem, Spiced Blueberry Mojito comes very highly recommended.
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Great commentary on your adoration for Maine Blueberries (one which we share!) We linked over to this commentary via our Facebook Page, as your fandom resonates with us quite a bit. We also linked to a beautiful photograph someone in the Maine Twitter community posted. It is of Maine Blueberries over waffles. Mmm. What a beautiful/tasty start to the food week!
I share your obsession with wild blueberries. Store bought, or the big farmed berries just don’t cut it.
There’s nothing quite like eating sun-warmed berries straight from the blueberry bush.