Picking Blueberries

You know one fun thing that I did as a child growing up in New Jersey was pick blueberries.  My mom would take me and my sister out once a year as I remember to a farm to pick them.  We would get a metal coffee can that had holes in it so a rope could be strung through it.  We would then tie the cans to our waist.  Of course, we would eat some while we picked.  When I got married and settled in Western Pennsylvania, I wanted to do the same for my kids.  I had trouble finding a blueberry farm for many years – maybe I did not look hard enough.  So one day I was out running some errands and came across a sign to pick blueberries.  It was only about 20 minutes away.  I immediately made plans to head out.  I brought the kids, Mom, and the cousins, and friends.  We have enough to last us a couple of years in the freezer.  The place we went was S. K. Berry Farm in Sarver, PA – right on Rt 356.  Last year they had limited berries, maybe due to the weather but I am looking forward to picking as this is the time of the year.  Blueberries are actually great for your health – a great snack by themselves.  I love the big sweet ones.