Blubes, Blubes, and more Blubes

We spent the weekend on the shore in Madison, CT, and arrived at the peak of 6 blueberry bushes ready to be picked and screaming my name.

My job is the self-appointed title of "Head Blueberry Picker," a very important position which could only be compromised by my core competency of "blueberry taster." The only thing more pleasurable than picking Blubes from the bushes is eating Blubes you just picked.

Despite the hundreds of Blubes sacrificed and eaten along the way, we picked about 4 cups in 15 minutes. I truly believe that blueberries are the world's most perfect fruit. The blueberry pie we later enjoyed from these babies was also positively delectable.