On Saturday morning we unloaded all our market stuff, set up our booth, and then Bracken and I got back in the car while Jeff ran our booth at the Saturday Market. We drove to McKenzie River Farm. It’s a farm we only go to usually once a year or sometimes every other year because it’s a long drive from our house (and we have blueberry picking spots much closer to our house), but it’s a fun one to visit. We met my dad and stepmom there and picked blueberries with them for awhile. My dad had mentioned on the phone recently that he was disappointed we hadn’t been able to go blueberry picking together this year (and so was Bracken, he asked me a few times if he could please go blueberry picking with Grandpa Bob), but his schedule was so busy he didn’t know how it would happen. On Saturday they were on their way to Sisters, so the farm was a perfect place to meet up for a few hours and we got to go blueberry picking together after all. The weather was beautiful and the blueberries were delicious. It is true that the blueberries taste a bit different at each spot we pick and I joked that we were becoming “blueberry connoisseurs”, going across the state to try the blueberries at all the different farms. Then my dad said I could become a blueberry critic and I said I wouldn’t be a very good one because all of my reviews would be “they were very good”, “they were delicious”, and “they were so incredibly good.” See what I mean? Not a very good critic.
I’ve written about this here before, but I love the cob building at McKenzie River Farm. I noticed this time that they had closed up the front entrance, leaving the side entrance, and put a tiny door where the front entrance used to be. Bracken loved the little door and even talked a few grown ups into going through it, which was barely possible.
Growing up, I was never a fan of blueberries at all. Then I moved to Oregon and tasted them right off the bush and I’ve been hooked ever since. I know quite a few people who feel the same way. These sun kissed, flavor packed blueberries are so easy to love. Oh, and if you’d like my blueberry review from McKenzie River Farm, “they were really good!”