Pick Your Berry

It has come to my attention that I ramble and my posts are a wee bit, well out with it- I am taking up a lot of valuable blog viewing time with my lengthy posts. So here is a short one to break up the monotony. Although you get what you pay for.

I think New Jersey blueberries make a mockery of nature's purest intentions. Wild blueberries of the sort found in Downeast Maine are the only true blueberry and anyone who says different has clearly lost their marbles or taste buds. Maine blueberries are grown on the glacial barrens and nurtured by lightly salted air. They take a delicate touch and still a firm stance to pick and they taste perfect warm, cold, frozen or hot. Beauteous and ideal in pies, covered in cream in sugar, on oatmeal, in muffins, in big heaping spoonfuls. Clearly a higher power had a hand in this creation.

But Jersey High Bush berries? Come now? Who are you fooling? Standing comfortably and picking leisurely with minimal effort. Giant berries that are an affront to the order of things? And the tart, slightly sour taste when there is taste at all? What is going on with that? I'm not beating up on New Jersey- they take care of themselves in that department. I'm just begging you as a reader with a palate and interest in pleasing it to consider choosing the better berry this year if you haven't already. Blueberry season starts around August in Maine so I'd get on it.

Finis et bon apetit.