One of our new favourite activities on PEI is berry picking: Last week the boys and I picked enough raspberries for them to take a batch to share with friends at summer camp and still have plenty left for snacking at home. This week, we headed back to the Berry Patch on Hwy 2 to see about blueberries.
It was the first time any of us had picked blueberries before, and I wasn't quite sure what to expect.
Turns out blueberries are right down on the ground, making them an ideal fruit to be "raked", which most outfits do, and then put them through a fanning machine, which separates the leaves and stray stems from the berries. For us amateurs, though, it was half an hour of handpicking. With all four of us eati--, er, I mean picking, we managed to accumulate two small baskets at the end of our hard labour.
It was the first time any of us had picked blueberries before, and I wasn't quite sure what to expect.
Turns out blueberries are right down on the ground, making them an ideal fruit to be "raked", which most outfits do, and then put them through a fanning machine, which separates the leaves and stray stems from the berries. For us amateurs, though, it was half an hour of handpicking. With all four of us eati--, er, I mean picking, we managed to accumulate two small baskets at the end of our hard labour.
I have a new-found appreciation for blueberry pickers, and a better understanding for why the prices for farmers' market or store-bought wild blueberries tends to be rather high!
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