Monday, August 13, 2012

Flush with Blueberries!


About two weeks ago I had planned to pick blueberries with a girlfriend and her kids. At the last minute, I had to cancel. I was supremely bummed and then I learned that blueberries had had an early season and were wrapping up that day -- double bummed. Last year, blueberry picking ranked as one our favorite activities. Maybe it wasn't so much the blueberries as all the blueberry treats we made with the blueberries picked.

This past weekend, in an effort to find some fun things to do with our kids, Ric sourced out the Dinosaur State Park in Rocky Hill, CT. When he poked around a bit, he also found that the neighboring berry farms still had blueberries to pick. JACKPOT! After a night dreaming of cobblers and pies, we packed up the kids and drove to Rose's Berry Farm. This was a quaint little farm with blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries. Thankfully, their bushes still had plenty of berries and I knew we could get 15 pounds before they closed at 1pm (have I mentioned my tunnel vision?). The kids lost focus after 30 minutes and my military orders (PICK, only dark blue, no stems, stop eating, stop throwing) -- were no longer effective anymore. I am happy to say, R and I did bring home the gold! We are a great team and managed to pick 14.8 pounds -- even with our little monkeys running around like hooligans!



Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans, right? Our main attraction, the dinosaur park, happened to be closed on Mondays. So, after an amazing lunch at The Mustard Seed Restaurant in Glastonbury, we just poked around this beautiful town. To our surprise, Glastonbury and the surrounding areas on the Connecticut river are home to one of the biggest supplies of tobacco.  Apparently, they ship most of their crop to the Dominican Republic where it is used for the wrappers on fine cigars such as Macanudos. Anyhow, if you haven't ever seen a tobacco plant, they are beautiful, lush, and big. But most interesting is the barns they use to store and dry the tobacco. Here are a few pictures from the day.


While we were poking around this town, We found out that Glastonbury has the oldest ferry service in the country...dating back to the 1600s! We drove down to the dock and took the 4 minute ferry across the river, just to say we've done it. En route, we HAD to stop at a couple of the wonderful farm stands that still operate on the honor system! I love a great farm stand.




Once we got to the ferry crossing, we found this sign.  Pretty funny if you ask me.


 Here are some shots from the ferry






2 comments:

  1. blueberry boy bait? blueberry salsa? lemon and blueberry poundcake? blueberry jam? blueberry muffins? blueberry mojitos? blueberry shortcakes? blueberry pancakes? blueberry and greek yogurt with honey smoothies? blueberry & chevre? i could go on.

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  2. @mrs. White.. Kinda equivalent to Shrimp in the south

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