primary export?

it isn't lobster.  i think it may be the humble potato, but today we're going to pretend it is wild blueberries.  we went wild blueberry picking.  not on a farm or a groomed field, but out in a clearing in the woods.  Dorothy stayed home with My Guy because bears like to frequent blueberry patches.  what could be more delicious than a fat baby stuffed with blueberries?  no bear could resist.

i wish i had taken my camera to show you.  you wouldn't believe how many berries there were!  bent down to the ground with the weight of the tiny things!  we're going again early friday morning.  we'll have enough to last us through the winter!  yay!  look how rugged we are!  living off the land and stuff

i'm freezing a ton of them, made blueberry preserves last night and cobbler when My Guy gets home.  really nothing is better than fresh blueberry cobbler.  maybe blueberry jam is next...