Garlic and blueberries – what an odd combination! We love ’em both and enjoy them with gusto when we’re able to get our hands on fresh ones. That’s exactly what happened as we were taking a leisurely drive while staying in Parish, NY. It was not in our plan to search for them, but signs posted along the road pointing the way to u-pick blueberries and fresh home-grown garlic made our day.
The first stop was for my all-time favorite anti-oxidant, yummy blueberries. Unlike my picking in the wilds of Hoonah, Alaska , where Steve had to stand guard in case a grizzly bear showed up, here in NY he left me alone to enjoy the picking myself. In less than an hour I had picked 4 pounds of gorgeous berries, and that doesn’t include what “fell” into my mouth as I went along.
Here, have some – they’re sweet, plump and good for you!!!
Later, on our way home, Steve did a double-take and and almost ran off the road when he saw a “fresh home-grown garlic” sign. The owner informed us that they had just harvested the garlic we were looking at the day before. He also showed us a bunch of garlic sitting on his tractor that he eats raw as he works, and he insisted that we try it. It was very good – but so strong! We aren’t sure we’re ready to sit around eating raw garlic just yet.
Here’s a happy man with his bunch of fresh garlic! He has since turned into a “garlic snob” and he turns his nose up at the “junk” they sell in the grocery stores. We’ll see if his attitude changes when his fresh stash runs out!
We got busy when we arrived home, I, baking a blueberry pie, of course, and scones the following morning. Yum!
And Steve roasted garlic over coals on the Weber.
Next up: The Adirondacks!
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